The forecast for Friday looked great...big time southerlies but catch them while you can! Christian and I both drove out from the city. "I'm at exit 57....where are you?" "50!" Beam reaching on the LIE to get to our vans, our gear, and the promised Excellent Sesh.
The destination was Hart's Cove, where Scott and the Wolf were already tearing it up. Two minutes before I got there a torrential downpour annhilated the wind. Christian arrived first to find out, while I arrived a few minutes later. All we could do was laugh. These things happen to windsurfers.
Christian proposed lunch in Hampton Bays. We headed east until we crossed a small inlet and saw whitecaps. The new plan was to go to Christian's Secret Spot on Tiana Bay. We arrived to honking winds, and parked where he said was best. "Just be careful opening your front door...the wind can really yank it." Okay I thought.
I parked.
I opened my door.
The door was ripped out of my hand and partially off its hinges. I managed to push it shut, but the bits that had made it a working door were tweaked. The door would not reopen. It was time for more laughter, and to avoid thoughts of the body shop that would be needed later.
Christian estimated the wind as 4.2. I didn't want to have to rerig up, and the forecast was for the wind to die, so up went my 4.7. Got several enjoyable runs in, taking advantage of some very Meschutt like ramps (on SSE!)
Soon Christian joined me.
Soon the wind died AGAIN. Well, we did get about fifteen minutes.
To quote the great Mark Skelton of Cape Hatteras: "Windsuffering".
All we could do is laugh.
(Photo, typography and editorial by Christian.)
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