The Early Bird Gets the Wave

There was no wind in the forecast for early Saturday. Yet three people caught it at Ponquogue…how did this happen?

-Jon Ford checks the forecast at midnight.
-The Wolf wakes up at 5AM.
-CD runs his dog on the beach early.

Contrast this to me, who (when looking at a windless forecast) has another glass of wine, stays up late watching a movie, and wakes up at 8:30 to Jon Ford’s call “It’s blowing 4.5 for you here…you gotta get to Ponquogue!” After a solid hour of dragging my tail, making coffee, loading the van (unloaded so I could do some cleaning, because there was NO WIND IN THE FORECAST!) etc I finally arrive at Ponquogue, Jonathan has already left to open his shop, while CD and the Wolf are now getting 5 meter conditions, with waves 3-4 feet. The new forecast has the wind dieing in a few hours. In a rare moment of good decision-making, I rig my 6.2. I refuse to completely miss this day, the primo portion of which has already passed. Within 30 minutes I’m the only one on the water. An hour later it’s over on the ocean. But as always, it was worth it.

Comments

[Jon]

Whenever the forecast has any indication of East wind, be on the lookout. Like tomorrow........

[James]

I like this story, especially how it reveals the amusingly different off-the-water routines of the three puffins.

PS- Smart move rigging the 6.2!

[Joe Rouse]

I like this story also. I'm in Miguel's camp; the forecast, wine, dancing on a table with a lampshade on my head until the wee hours of the morning....wait, I think I said too much.