« Meschutt at High Tide is Just Fine | Main | Skunks and Puffins »
Me I was on a plane flying from Europe to JFK. We flew in straight east, so I knew it was still blowing straight west. But catching it in the first frigid sesh of the year were George Pav, Artie, Chris, Rob and Steve...maybe others in 38 degrees (my cutoff is 40 unless there's blazing sun!) We honor their bravery, and envy the sesh (it was still well within the Long Island Rule of 100).
(Photo courtesy Ken the Kiter. Reporting by Artie.)
As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.
Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.
Comments are moderated, and will not appear until the author has approved them.
Your Information
(Name and email address are required. Email address will not be displayed with the comment.)
Comments