Paddled Out of of a Windsurfing Sesh

The forecasts called for minor but surfable waves in the morning, and MAYBE some wind in the afternoon.   But when I arrived (late...8AM) at Flying Point Sunday the break was serving up decent lefts and rights 3-4 feet, and I joined Jeff and the Wolf (George Pav was leaving as I pulled up).  

I gorged like a starving man.   I have had one decent SUP session since May.   Two decent windsurfing sessions since the East Coast Windsurfing Festival in June.   Traumatized and delirious, without perspective or any thought of moderation I paddled and paddled and paddled.    After a few hours I was quite exhausted, but decided I wouldn’t say anything until Jeff wanted to leave (he’d been there longer than me).  Also the waves were getting bigger with sets of five footers rolling through.   Arms aching I paddled and paddled more.

Finally we were done.   A good sesh.

A several hours later it started blowing from the South.   I was toast.   My phone rang...Scott’s face appeared on the screen.  I didn’t answer...I knew what he was going to say:  “It’s cranking at South Jamesport get yer ass up here!” (which was almost verbatim the message he actually left.)  But had nothing left for the wind.   But I take it as an omen...wind will be returning to Long Island, and I must prepare to windsurf.

Comments

[scott k.]

say what!!!

[bonnie]

Sunday...whee! good good sailing at least down in Jamaica Bay!

[Frank Bellucci]

Nothing left??? You gotta dig deep puffin!!

[scott k.]

frank i agree.. no more whining if u dont go for it.

[scott k.]

mike u better save the rest of your strength for this sunday...no excuses!!!

[tonywind]

I'm glad you don't have regrets 'caus....it was windyyyyy!

[Michael]

Scott, who is whining? I had The Fine Sesh (surf supping)! My only concern is that I've forgotten how to rig and jibe and soforth.

See ya Sunday!