Sailing with the Wolf and Scott usually means that you're in location perfect for the wind and tides. A 5 degree difference in direction will change the launch call for these guys. So imagine my surprise when I arrived at Mattituck to find about ten people windsurfing in the wrong direction. The wind was southwest (Mattituck is meant for SSW) and so the point to the west was creating a wind line. Quell horror! But I'm ahead of myself. Right before I arrived people were on 4.2's and 3.7's and it was nuking! Right before I arrived the wind died...big time. There was half an hour of standing on shore, talking about 6.2's. "If it was summer we'd be thrilled about these whitecaps" more than one said. But it was January, everyone was in drysuits, and big wind was what people wanted.
Then the wind returned...not all the way, but to blessed 4.7. Perfect! Except that it had been so long since I'd sailed that my van wasn't properly loaded and I didn't have my 4.5. Unbelievable. There was no mercy on shore: "Forgot? You have a WINDSURFING VAN!" said everyone. And they were right. I was an embarrasment to windsurfing van owners, a contemptuous failure to those who would like to own a windsurfing van, a pathetic disaster. Then Christian offered to loan me a 4.7 (he would rig a 5.0 that he also had, for himself.) Saved! Christian's sail was perfect, and this pathetic embarrasing contemptuous out of practice kook got a good little session in...who cared if we were in the wrong spot! Warmish (air) 4.7 windsurfing in January? That's a win. Thank you Christian!
On the water at Mattituck: the Wolf, Scott, Frank, Frank, Joe Natalie, Peconic Jeff, Christian, Jeff Slechta, Jake (visiting from Deleware!) Rich Simons, and one or two people I'm forgetting.
(Photos by Jeff Schultz.)
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