Grabbing Every Whitecap

4:45 PM.  The phone rings.  I answer, and hear a wind-starved lunatic:

“Do you see tree branches moving” Peconic Jeff asks?  “I’m gonna rig.”

I am also a wind-starved lunatic.  “I’m working until 5.  Are there whitecaps?”  I mentally map out the shortest path to water I can think of.  I could rig the 6.2!

“I see one, yes!” 

“Then I’m going to sail too!”

And we did...Jeff at Red Cedar by himself, me at Towd Point along with a kiteboarder.  Just for an hour before the wind died.   The Little Peconic Bay was so warm and friendly that I went for inappropriate moves just for the pleasure of falling.   Yes it only lasted an hour, but it tasted so good.   A meal to a starving man.

Comments

[Jeff, aka PeconicJeff]

We are in the summer doldrums, gotta grab it where you can. Fortunately our wave drought looks to end this weekend, so dust off your paddle :)

[Bunty]

Well done you - yes def grab what you can when you can. Here it is defo big doldrums!