My cell phone rang. It was The Wolf.
The Wolf: "I know Jonathan (Ford) told you to go to Sebonac, but I'm at Meschutt now and it looks fantastic. Come!"
Me: Okay!
I arrived at Meschutt about 30 minutes later, where I found Scott and John H surveying the bay, as the chop was rolling in 25 knots of northwest joy. They too had been called by John VanderWolf, though none knew where he was.
But soon The Wolf arrived, as did Bill, Christian, Diane, Jason, Jeff, and John Ford. The ramps were outstanding until the tide came up to about half way, when conditions degraded to simple rock and roll. It was hectic on the outside, but the occasional big ramp could still be found.
I was on about five hours of sleep, following a ten hour drive up from Cape Hatteras. The best way to get over leaving OBX is to get big air ASAP.
(Photo: Scott comes in to take a break from the action.)
My husbands beak is very streamlined............thats why he's so *$&** fast on the water - it smells just where the wind is!!
You had it pretty good........just got back and already on the water. Don't think you can complain there. How come the guy in the pic is wearing a hat and then has short sleeves?? Doesnt make sense to me? Unless he has a lack of hair that is!
Posted by: Bunty | October 29, 2007 at 11:37 AM
Scott broke his arm earlier this year (not windsurfing) and still wears a cast. He has a fine head of hair as far as I can tell (I have not run my fingers through it, nor am I planning too, lest I get punched in the beak!)
Posted by: Michael | October 29, 2007 at 11:41 AM