It was sweet. 4.7’s on a sou’westerly and Sou’Jamesport. All that was missing was full sun but Hey I’m on my 77 in June! And low tide meant you could stand most anywhere in the Peconic, so we were happy campers. Still everyone had their own twist to make it interesting.
Andy Brandt was there! ABK’s finest was sailing recreationally and put on a show, throwing leapard loops, inverted chacho 540’s, and the odd carve 360, plus various shuv its and so forth.
The Wolf managed a pair of explosions. In the first he jibed without fully checking who was behind him, and nearly annihilated your humble editor. I shouted and induced my own catapult , the Wolf bailed, and we both ended up laughing about six feet apart (good social distancing). No harm no foul. Later in the day Lord vanderWolf caught a rail at full speed…Scott witnessed the explosion.
“You’ll have that” we all agreed.
Christian was enjoying the jibing, and proclaimed SJ as having risen to a high rank in his estimation of launches (he and I agreed about East Landing similarly just a few weeks ago.)
Massimo was working out the kinks on his 5.5 and brand new 102, after he and I had been skunked at Mecox (the forecasted 22 materialized there as 10.)
Jon Ford was sailing upwind and upwinder and upwinder until he was practically in Riverhead, then took a massive broad reach to shore.
Scott? By the time I arrived he had done half of his sailing, so most of what I saw was him standing around smiling.
Around 3 the wind picked up, but after several good hours rigging down seemed like work so we left.
4.7 at SJ is a happy pill. Can we have more please?
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