With all the anticipation of Hurricane Bill and getting some epic wavesailing in, we started Friday with messy swell on the beach due to the onshore blow. So the call was the very tame location of South Jamesport. “I’m not inspired,” Peconic Jeff said on the phone when let him know where people were headed. “I hear you, but I haven’t been in the footstraps since July,” was my response.
5.2 was the sail call for Scott, the Wolf, Jeff and myself (Billy Lerner was there but chose to kite…”4.7 is when I start windsurfing!”) Also there for her maiden SJ session was my bride Sally, sailing a 4.0. I’d promised her Mecox-like conditions (shallow and flat), but the tides weren’t with us so she was catching Peconic chop in deep water (she’ll be back for a low-tide sesh ASAP).
Anyhow we spent the afternoon zooming around in the heat…the weather station said it was 85 but it felt hotter, thus encouraging trickery and low-percentage moves. Peconic Jeff was hammering away at Vulcans…I tried half a dozen myself, but you’d never guess by watching me.
Sorry you didn't get some epic conditions but sounds like you had alot more than we did which was a big ZERO.............nothing but heatwave so all you have the energy for is to melt and do noting cos even the sea is so warm it isn't refreshing.
I have become such a complainer!!
Posted by: Bunty | August 24, 2009 at 07:30 AM