"I'm planning a trip to Cape Hatteras. Really."
That line gets an increasing number of laughs from people who know me. Even from people who don't know me. I've been saying that I'm going to Hatteras "next week" since March. March! I was DEFINITELY coming down in April. Absolutely coming down in May. June has the best waves, I was told. "I'll be there".
Well, it's frickin' July and there's still no Outer Banks sand in my van.
The problem has been that every time I've nailed down a time to go (wife approved, van loaded, home schedule cleared) the forecast for Long Island has sweetened up. A lot. The choice of driving 500 miles for a forecast of 20+ knots vs driving 5 miles for 20+ knots, well...
But Hatteras isn't just about the wind. I am goofy in love with being in Hatteras (all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding.) I've been emailing OBX Bill for the better part of three months, planning a combination windsurfing blog summit/loop fest (he loops, I watch enviously in between bouts of self-destruction) but I keep not showing up!
"Bill,It's looking like I'll be in OBX no later than Saturday, and as early as Friday, for about 4-5 days of whatever natures gives."
-typical example of my empty words.
At this point he has filed me in the "yeah, right" bin. But Long Island has been so good this spring, and I've sailed in a dozen new spots, and met a lot of windsurfers, and been having a great time up here.
So now it's about October. Really.
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