It was supposed to be four of us. But I got hung up in the city and Jonathan was under the weather, so the beautiful conditions at Ponquogue were left to Peconic Jeff and the Wolf alone. Jon drove down to watch, and to torture me with email.
“It's windy with waves around head high. The boys are overpowered w/ 4.7 And 5.2. Big day you and me are missing!”
Thank you, Jon. Just what I needed to hear. Have I not been beating my chest and whining publically about the two months that have gone by without a good ocean day? And now it comes, and I miss it.
Jon sends another email: "They both need to rig down. But they're not.....entertaining watching these guys getting punished." Salt spray on my wound, as it were.
Jeff (I thought about calling him "that bastard" because I am a bitter and jealous windsurfer who wants to pull his hair out whenever I miss a great session that the other guys catch...yes I thought about calling him that, but he's been suffering from severe wave withdrawal as well, so it's...okay...that he got out there) called me afterwards to tell me all about it. The wind died around noon so they didn't have a long session, but what they did catch was head high and glorious. With all the power the outbound jumps off of beautiful wave faces were big...so big that Jeff reported “excessive hang time.”
I hate when that happens….to someone else!
(Jeff prepares to hog the waves on his tiger-striped storm board. Photo by Jon Ford.)
I swear to God, even though it is frozen back east, you guys have more sailing days than we have. Shit, all I can do is surf, paddle and row during the Winter. Sailing, what's that? It's more like bobbing for apples.
Posted by: Joe | March 11, 2009 at 09:04 PM