4.2! Giant airs! Four turn front-side down the line waveriding!
I missed it, but Jeff didn't. Nor did Scott, the Wolf, Jon, Pav, Bruce and Eric. It sounded so sweet...I haven't sailed in the ocean in six months, and haven't caught scary air in over a year. I want it!!!
Meanwhile in the strange incidents category: Jon had his Starboard quad board stolen right off the beach! Apparently, some caterer thought the board would make a cool buffet table. Fortunately, some off-duty plumbers spotted the crime, and took down the guy’s license plate. Cops quickly tracked the car down at Dockers, where Jon drove over and retrieved his board. He was able to get back and still have a session!
Let's hear it for those plumbers...way to go guys!
(Scott heads outbound in search of rampage. Reporting, most of the prose and the photo by Jeff Schultz.)
Another Saturday at Sebonac. Scott Jeff Kurt and yours truly (me later to be swapped out for Frank and Joe) on 5-somethings and all kinds of boards. I started with the 5.5 on my 109...then the wind picked up, so I boarded down to the 99.
That killed it.
Then it came back, then it died again. Then I left.
Which brought it back.
You know the drill. Still it was sunny and fun!
I pulled a major kook move, not zipping up my 5.3 (though I spent plenty of time getting the neck seal just right. When I fell I thought "I really should still be in a drysuit...this water is cold!"
My first local sesh since mid-November! Plagued by minor surgery, a dinged back, and the Winter That Froze Over Hell, it had been awhile for your humble editor. But the dry spell is done! 4.2 at Sebonac Inlet: Scott, the Wolf, Frank, Jason, Peconic Jeff, the Natalies and moi in the bright sun and nippy water (48 degrees) I got an hour in sailing moderately powered, which was plenty for me as the back recovers. It got holey towards the end (as Easter approached?) and Scott pronounced "it's OVER" just as Jan and Bruce arrived (Jan in her spiffy new truck straight from the dealer.) Next time. I can't wait until next time!
(That's the view from Scott's helmet cam as he takes some air. Oh yeah!)
Windsurfing. Stand up paddling. (cough) Kiteboarding. Stuff to buy, to sell, to swap.
I love swap meets. All that gear that's seen all that wind and water. Waves even!
Hampton Watersports, Saturday May 9th, 9A-4P. Swapping is free, if you sell you get 100% store credit or 80% cash (last time I checked.) What watersportsman (or woman) isn't going to spend every dime they get from selling gear on MORE GEAR? Not me. I need more gear. You need more gear. Also you have too much gear that you're done with but that someone else could really use. Go swap.
See you there! For more info call the shop (631-283-9463). Hampton Watersports, 1688 County Road 39 Southampton, NY 11968
From points west:
Take the Long Island Expressway (495) east to exit 70 south (County Road 111 Manorville).
Follow CR 111 south to end.
At end it forces you onto Sunrise Hwy (RT27) east.
Follow RT27 past exit 66 (North Road Shinnecock).
RT27 will merge into North Highway CR39
When 27 changes from highway to road (with 2 lanes in each direction), Hampton Watersports will be 1 mile further on your right.
From east of the shop:
You know where the shop is, dog.
(if it reads like you read it before, that's either because I'm repetitive, I've copied the copy from a previous post, or both. At least I changed the date!)
Lord Burns has spoken: June 6th and 7th! "Pencil in the dates" he wrote in Facebook. Yeah well we'll write them in sharpie, and fix it later as kneed bee. "Cause the East Coast Windsurfing Festival is the bee's knees!
Another day, another wave that I would need to pass on. Robby Naish posted this picture on Facebook a few days ago (photographer credit is Tracy Leboe). In his post Robby said "It was not a huge day, but the wind was steady and I had a great time out there."
Wave sailing Aruba. Yeah I said it. Check out this photo of the mighty Jeroen Weststrate tearing up Westpunt, Aruba. Also check out the photo credit in the lower right corner: Dasher Films. Methinks something special is afoot down Aruba way. Watch this space...
Friday morning. Light rain. I have developed a sore back from I don't know what (the beachside masseuse says the chop has been rough on people's backs. The beachside masseuse...yeah I said it.) So I am in pain. But it's blowing 21, we leave tomorrow afternoon for the frozen Northeast, and there's a planing donkey jibe with my name on it somewhere on Lac Bay.
Time to hit the water.
(A lone windsurfer on Lac Bay in the morning rain. In this tropical paradise it's like taking a warm shower, but the spoiled seem to be waiting for the sun to come back out. Not me.
One of the great truths of windsurfing is that nobody sees your best moments. It’s very rare. Even rarer if you’re me, with so few bests to witness! This day was to be an exception. Day Two of our Bonaire vacation had me out on a 6.5 with about thirty other windsurfers when a squall came through, knocking half the sailors down into the water while the other half raced to shore to gear down fast. I grabbed a 5.0/85 liter FSW and took off like a shot (4.5 would have been more than enough.)
Tearing across the wide-open bay, focused primarily on keeping the board in the water I found myself bearing down fast on the reef that separates the main sailing bay from the blue water, and I was out of position to shoot one of the channels. Full bat out of hell mode, but I’d only been on the gear for a minute, so I was uncomfortable yet needed to rip a hellacious carve jibe, or more likely explode in the process. This was going to be intense…
I tore into a major G-force jibe, threw up a wall of water, came flying out (luck, luck, and luck) and then I heard a howl of approval. It’s Caesar Finies, one of Bonaire’s greats, cheering my hero jibe! Yes! I wave, thrilled, then watch him throw a Culo (planning duck to switchstance backwinded loopy thing, and then I don’t know what.) Then he was back up and sailing along side me, both of us lit, when a perfect ramp presented itself. Nobody goes to Bonaire for the jumping, but I popped up and put what I thought was five feet of air beneath the tail on pure flatwater, probably my biggest jump in such conditions ever. Caesar whoops again! We sail around together for about five more minutes (yeah that’s right…me and Caesar tearing it up) before the squall passed and we shlogged back to shore.
I’m thrilled…my jibe and my jump both witnessed and cheered by a great sailor. But it’s not over. Five minutes later on shore Caesar waves me over. “We had a really good sesh out there,” he says. Yes, I said, thinking “I’m part of his we?” Then he said “your jump, man, the bottom of your fin was like here” as he indicates neck high. “Wow thanks,” I tell him, and ask some questions about the impossible moves he was throwing.
Me and Caesar, tearing up Lac Bay. I can call it a trip already.
(Photo: A lone windsurfer on the water after the squall winds subsided. There was a rainbow but I didn't have the camera ready.)
Ladies, are you still searching for that special someone? Consider looking amongst the windsurfers:
10. The ratio of men to women is 4 to 1. 9. They can talk about something besides football. 8. They don’t smell too bad because it’s a good bet they’ve gotten wet recently. 7. They have another interest besides sex. 6. You know they’re rich enough to afford windsurfing equipment. 5. You always get the latest weather report, several times a day. 4. They are capable of commitment, at least to their sport. 3. They have no issues about wearing rubber. 2. You always know where they are, at least when it’s windy. 1. Windsurfers are generally fit, tanned, and have cute butts.
Non-windsurfing men should NOT...repeat NOT...pursue windsurfing women, unless they are prepared to immediately throw themselves into the sport. Otherwise such men will be surrounded by angry windsurfing men who all seek the great and rare prize: the girlfriend or wife who windsurfs (the editor is so blessed.) To squander such a find on a landlubber is an offense to those of us who sheet in!
(There is the opinion held by a small minority that it is a drag to be a man whose significant other windsurfs...you probably have to rig for them, they use your equipment etc. but generally speaking the willingness of such wahines to make every vacation a windsurfing vacation, to understand why the garage needs to be packed with tons of expensive wet gear etc. outweighs the rigging/sharing concerns. Discussion of such matters is encouraged.)
It's just one big hashtag out there, as forecasters try to come up with names for what I suppose will be a very big snow. A blizzard. "Like nothing we've ever seen" the NYC Mayor has been said to have said. Really? I hope I don't jinx it and actually contribute to biblical winter weather, but I am skeptical about the hashtaggyness of the storm.
That being said we battened down the hatches at the house today. Good luck to all. If you are swept away on a glacier may you have many bars on your cell phones!
Peconic Jeff reports on this January 5th sesh: "4.2 session at Sebonac: myself, George Pav (pictured), Scott, the Wolf and whoever else showed up after I left. Temps in the 30’s, gusts in the 40’s, and a passing snow shower = great January windsurfing!
I love me some January windsurfing. I hope to get out there soon, but need the air to be above 30 degrees.
(George puts on the brakes as he comes in to Sebonac. Photo by Jeff.)
For nary a decade I've been posting New Year's Resolutions for the coming water year. The lists have varied from long and detailed to "the unaimed arrow never misses" (no resolutions...just sail.) This year I want some goals. Here they are, in alphabetical order:
Air, on port. I can't remember the last time I looked down from a big jump and thought "oh sh**). Or even had an elegant bayside jump with that extra second of hang time. Lack of conditions, lack of sessions, whatever. I want.
Air, on starboard. I am such a bad starboard jumper that people ask me why I don't jump on starboard (this is when I am trying to!) At this point it's in my head that I suck on starboard jumps. Must improve.
Duck Tack. The planing kind. I can actually do the tricky part (the sail work). Keeping the board planing while getting into switchstance is my bugaboo. A trip to Bonaire is coming, though, and I must take advantage of those conditions.
Work the waves. Windsurfing, SUPsailing, SUPsurfing...I need as much time as possible, and a better understanding. Every once in awhile I'll have a sweet long ride, and Jon or Scott will tell me how I was perfectly doing something...and I don't know what they are talking about. But hey...I'm the guy who can't find the channel! (actually I did get better at that.)
Enough words. I want to be more like the ocean. No talking, all action.
(I'm always happy to rig in January. Old Ponquogue photo by Jeff Schultz. Closing words by Perry Farrell.