Thursday was just the ticket, and then some.
After a windsurfingless May ("you missed the one good day," Jon said. "This is a SUP blog," nagged Horse Joe) I found myself driving down Sebonac Inlet road watching sand blow across the road. Oh yeah! Put the 4.5 on 77 liters of joy and off I went. Mike Burns and Ryan were already on the water, and soon the place was hopping.
The wind was up and down, though. After about 45 minutes I found myself getting blown off the water, as did Scott. Came in to rig down, when Hulse interviewed me for information on conditions as he prepared to rig:
Hulse: How is it out there?
Me: Windy.
Hulse: It's windy? Thank you very much. That's useful.
I then informed him I'd be rigging my 4.0. But by the time the 4.0 was amasted, the wind had adied. 5.3 and a big board, many of us groaned. And while his lordship Mike Burns was still making it work (looked like a 3.7 on a 100 liter freestyle board...he was throwing switch stance funnels, which begin with duck jibe handwork to planing backwinded, and then he start doing stuff) the rest of us needed to go bigger. I ended up on a 5.3 and 93 liter FSW, sailing until my out-of-windsurfing-shape arms suggested calling it a day...a day that included Peconic Jeff, Lord Scotworth, Bill and Hulse (who came to windsurf but ended up a-kiting when the wind dropped) Jan, Bruce, Diane, and a few I'm forgetting.
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