We looked out over whitecaps brightly reflecting the sun in the 20ish breeze at South Jamesport. A fine June day for a little windsurfing.
“It looks cold,” said the Wolf.
“January at Iron Pier is cold,” I replied.
The Wolf laughed and agreed that Iron Pier in January is indeed cold, though we sail there every chance we get in the winter. But still there was the desire to whine about this less-than August day. Peconic Jeff also bemoaned the apparent (to them) cold and agreed that he would also wear a heavy wetsuit. Me in my 3/2 steamer remained unconcerned.
I would have been fine, too, except for my big mouth. We’d sailed for an hour or so (me on a 5.3, the warm guys on 5.8 and 5.9) and big boards, having a good time with small ramps and clean jibatoria, and I was hitting every jibe and tack I threw. Then Jon Ford drove up (Jon chose note to join us on the water, but did want to say Hi) and he stayed long enough for me to tell him that the sailing was so smooth I had yet to fall.
The moment I said it I knew I was going to get wet, but that’s no big deal.
The water was…cooler…than I’d hoped.
(Jeff catches some G's on the inside at South Jamesport.)
“It looks cold,” said the Wolf.
“January at Iron Pier is cold,” I replied.
The Wolf laughed and agreed that Iron Pier in January is indeed cold, though we sail there every chance we get in the winter. But still there was the desire to whine about this less-than August day. Peconic Jeff also bemoaned the apparent (to them) cold and agreed that he would also wear a heavy wetsuit. Me in my 3/2 steamer remained unconcerned.
The moment I said it I knew I was going to get wet, but that’s no big deal.
The water was…cooler…than I’d hoped.
(Jeff catches some G's on the inside at South Jamesport.)
That's a lot of rail-digging...perhaps too much..
Posted by: TC | June 02, 2009 at 07:36 PM