We waited all day. The forecast said Tropical Storm Hannah would arrive "later in the afternoon." Windstarved and bitter, some of us began to fear that the wind would never come, or come after dark. Then at 4:30, Jon Ford and the Wolf decided that while there was still no wind, by the time we got to The Bowl and rigged the storm should arrive.
It did, and we hit it hard! Scott, Bill, Jimi, Eric, Bruce, Fisherman, Peconic Jeff, Jon, the Wolf and your editor were on the water fast and furious, getting our first wave day since who knows (May?) and working it for every second we could. Pouring rain? Who cares!
The early call was 5.8's and bigger boards, but as Hannah moved further in there was rerigging and reboarding (by the time it was too dark to sail 4.7 was way too much wing.) The waves got as big as overhead, and the jump ramps were sweet and verticle.
What stuck out to me (besides how utterly fantastic it felt to be windsurfing in primo conditions) was how everybody was on the water all the time. With the exception of two moments (when the wind came up ten knots in ten seconds, and during a brief spell of blinding rain) we were all on the water at once. Between the impending darkness and trying to make up for the windless summer there wasn't a second to waste.
All in all it was a great session that ended way too soon. Let the fall windy season begin!
(Top photo: Running with the waves at The Bowl.
Bottom photo: Fisherman, Scott, Bruce and The Wolf during a squall. Photos by Peconic Jeff.)
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