The Peconic Puffin Windsurfing Blog

Swap Meet!

You've been waiting for it.  I know I have!

Hampton Watersports will bring it live Saturday May 20th.  From the horse's mouth:

"Buy or sell used and closeout Foil, Wingfoil, Kite, Windsurfing and Surfing gear.   

 Sellers:  drop your gear off Monday 5/15 through Saturday 10AM

 Buyers:  Come check it out! "

The shop says if you're looking for something specific, let them know before hand.  They'll help you shop if needed.

See you there!

April Fools on the Water

Webbies was sweet.  Solid 4.7 or 4.2, neck high water, smooth with the occasional easy ramp.  T’was me, Scott, Cyrus, Dilay and pilot Frank hogging it to ourselves.   Scott lead me across to the other side, at which point I turned around and A:  saw nothing through the rain and fog, and B:  Even if I had this was only my second session at Webbys so I had no idea where the launch was.  “Wait for me!” I told Lord Scotworth, who laughed then launched back.   In less than I minute I spotted Frank’s red sail in the distance and so had my bearings.

P.S.  Such a better session than my last (which was my first in a third of a year.)  I almost remember how to jibe!

Meanwhile...

“Well I would drive 500 miles…” said Artie, who wanted the same conditions, sans drysuit.  In Avon OBX he was, also catching some big wind too and wants us all to know he's wearing summer booties!  Get it Artie!

(Video:  Me chasing the Earl of Kielt, Frank heading outbound)

Breaking the (Almost) Ice at SJ

I haven't gone through an entire winter without a session since 1996.   It had been four months since my last sesh (at Meschutt).   FINALLY the windsurfing gods said "okay it won't be ideal but there will be wind and people to share it with" so I ended up at South Jamesport with Scott, Artie, Christian, Dilay, Eric and Cyrus.  4.7 on ESE...not ideal but nobody except The Art of Windsurfing wanted to drive to Orient (I was intimidated, having not sailed in ages).

The tide was not ideal...mid to high with the bay flooding on the Easterly to begin with, so there was plenty of unorganized chop to greet my rusty ass.  Prime kooking conditions!

I launched, and sailed maybe five hundred yards out feeling unbalanced and off, then blew a jibe and came in to assess.  First thing I noticed was I was still wearing my wool rigging gloves, which now weighed about two pounds each with all the water they'd absorbed!   Back to the van to swap out for WINDSURFING gloves, then run #2.   Still unbalanced and inefficient, managed an ugly dry jibe, then on the way in all of a sudden everthing clicked in place.  It clicked in place more than I wanted it to...I was flying lit through a smooth section faster than this rusty old guy was ready for...but I made it back.   On the beach Lord Scotworth and I discussed arm fatigue.   I noticed that my mouth was having trouble forming words...42 degrees air with no sun and some rain...I went back to the van to warm up.   While I'm in the van Cyrus showed up, wearing flip flops.   Me I need something heavier than a drysuit but Cyrus is rigged for summer!

Took a couple more runs then called it a day.  I was struggling and cold, but happy I'd gotten back on the board.  Each run was better than the preceding one, so perhaps next sesh I'll sail like someone who windsurfs!

Winter Missed (by me)

For the entire winter a session had evaded me.  Scott too...between life schedules, cold temperatures and lack of wind, while many of us had gotten little, the Earl of Kielt and I had got none.

Then Sunday Sebonac Inlet beckoned.   Cold (36-40) but sunny and windy.    I had obligations, but Scott made it on the Last Day of Winter!   T'was Scott, Frank, George and Artie with 4.7 the sail call (Artie says Frank was on a 4.5 but this sounds unlikely.  Frank is mas macho.)   The Peconic Puffin salutes them all.

For myself it's been twenty years since I missed getting at least one winter day in.  I whiffed!  Oh well...bring on Spring!