I hadn't sailed in four months. Every day that I coulda woulda shoulda I was nowhere near. Then pure luck...driving east to take care of some homeowner shit the phone lights up. It's Scott..."4.7 at Sebonac...come join The Wolf and me!" Instant change of plans...
Arrived an hour later. Sunny, beautiful, whitecaps. The Wolf was already packing it up...he'd been sailing for hours. But Scott agreed to stay a bit longer. And of course Frank was there, which meant Frank was sailing (and sailing and sailing). I remembered how to rig, got into my wetsuit, beachstarted at the freshly dredged shoreline (my right foot stood on dry sand...the nose of my board in the water had five feet of water beneath). I launched.
OH GOD WINDSURFING FEELS SO GOOD SOO GOOOOOD. The pleasure spread through my arms and back and legs. Reached for about 300 yards and then jibed to make the long starboard reach into deeper water...when the wind died. No no no. Shlogged back.
"It'll come back" Frank said.
"I've only got twenty minutes" I said. This was true. I really did need to be somewhere else.
Ten minutes later the wind came back. It was a repeat of the first launch. Plane out in joy, shlog back.
Still, I felt good. Much better than when I had arrived. The 2019 season has begun for me, however briefly!
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Ah Mary Lee. A ginormous Great White Shark that got in good with OCEARCH and then into social media. Like everybody who is anybody (every fish who is like anyfish?) once she found Twitter well, she just couldn't resist sharing. Until she fell off the radar last summer (did she drop her iPhone? Eat it?) Her account went silent...
...until recently, when she began retweeting about a NEW shark...Helena is a 12 footer who gets all the love these days. And Mary Lee just can't stop retweeting about her. What is Mary Lee hiding?
I liked Mary Lee best in the old days, as long as she was miles away from me!
(photo: Go left. Left! Left left left left left...)
Walking through blowing snow yesterday in Manhattan I did not expect to run into anything windsurfy. Wrong. This tiny patch reached out to me through a shop window. Windsurfing in Malibu sounds good to me (in July)!
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