The Peconic Puffin Windsurfing Blog

The Family That Sails Together

Liz Patton posted this photo of Mike Burns and chickadees in Cape Hatteras on Facebook.  Had to repost it!

4.2 and a Thief at The Bowl

4.2!  Giant airs!  Four turn front-side down the line waveriding!

I missed it, but Jeff didn't.   Nor did Scott, the Wolf, Jon, Pav, Bruce and Eric.  It sounded so sweet...I haven't sailed in the ocean in six months, and haven't caught scary air in over a year.  I want it!!!

Meanwhile in the strange incidents category: Jon had his Starboard quad board stolen right off the beach! Apparently, some caterer thought the board would make a cool buffet table. Fortunately, some off-duty plumbers spotted the crime, and took down the guy’s license plate. Cops quickly tracked the car down at Dockers, where Jon drove over and retrieved his board. He was able to get back and still have a session!

Let's hear it for those plumbers...way to go guys!

(Scott heads outbound in search of rampage.   Reporting, most of the prose and the photo by Jeff Schultz.)

Up and Down

Another Saturday at Sebonac.  Scott Jeff Kurt and yours truly (me later to be swapped out for Frank and Joe) on 5-somethings and all kinds of boards.  I started with the 5.5 on my 109...then the wind picked up, so I boarded down to the 99.  

That killed it.

Then it came back, then it died again.  Then I left.

Which brought it back.  

You know the drill.  Still it was sunny and fun!

I pulled a major kook move, not zipping up my 5.3 (though I spent plenty of time getting the neck seal just right.  When I fell I thought "I really should still be in a drysuit...this water is cold!"  

Doh.

(Scott takes the turn on the inside.  Photo by Jeff Schultz)

Spring Session M

My first local sesh since mid-November!   Plagued by minor surgery, a dinged back, and the Winter That Froze Over Hell, it had been awhile for your humble editor.  But the dry spell is done!   4.2 at Sebonac Inlet:  Scott, the Wolf, Frank, Jason, Peconic Jeff, the Natalies and moi in the bright sun and nippy water (48 degrees)   I got an hour in sailing moderately powered, which was plenty for me as the back recovers.   It got holey towards the end (as Easter approached?) and Scott pronounced "it's OVER" just as Jan and Bruce arrived (Jan in her spiffy new truck straight from the dealer.)  Next time.   I can't wait until next time!

(That's the view from Scott's helmet cam as he takes some air.  Oh yeah!)