The Sebonac Bounceback

A story is told

From days of old

How the wind comes back at Sebonac.

If it dies around three

You’re a fool to flee

‘cause it’s gonna crank late at Sebonac.

Bill and Scott were telling me about this phenomenon as we warmed up in the van.   It had been pretty darn windy (right before it died I was fully lit on a 4.5 and 77 liters of love) but then the wind dropped big time.   After an hour it slowly began to creep back, and the assembled sailors (Frank, Christian, Peconic Jeff, Jeff Slechta, Fisherman) began pulling out big boards and tried to sail the small sails they’d had rigged.   I got on my JP 109 with the 4.5 and had two thoughts: 

“I don’t know about this,” and

“I’m cold.  I’m gonna call it a day.”

And thus I became the wind sacrifice.   As soon as I was changed, and the 4.5 in its bag, it began honking.  4.2 was the call as Sebonac became whitecap city.    I still had the shivers, though, and as I’d had a decent session already I left with a smile, knowing I’d done my wind sacrifice duty.

Comments

[scott k.]

it cranked 4.2 till dark & the sandbar was going off!!ahhh the late afternoon nuker at sebonac.

[George]

Glad you guys rocked it. We had one of the best WM days this year as well. Is that dredging machine out of there?
GP