I haven't gone through an entire winter without a session since 1996. It had been four months since my last sesh (at Meschutt). FINALLY the windsurfing gods said "okay it won't be ideal but there will be wind and people to share it with" so I ended up at South Jamesport with Scott, Artie, Christian, Dilay, Eric and Cyrus. 4.7 on ESE...not ideal but nobody except The Art of Windsurfing wanted to drive to Orient (I was intimidated, having not sailed in ages).
The tide was not ideal...mid to high with the bay flooding on the Easterly to begin with, so there was plenty of unorganized chop to greet my rusty ass. Prime kooking conditions!
I launched, and sailed maybe five hundred yards out feeling unbalanced and off, then blew a jibe and came in to assess. First thing I noticed was I was still wearing my wool rigging gloves, which now weighed about two pounds each with all the water they'd absorbed! Back to the van to swap out for WINDSURFING gloves, then run #2. Still unbalanced and inefficient, managed an ugly dry jibe, then on the way in all of a sudden everthing clicked in place. It clicked in place more than I wanted it to...I was flying lit through a smooth section faster than this rusty old guy was ready for...but I made it back. On the beach Lord Scotworth and I discussed arm fatigue. I noticed that my mouth was having trouble forming words...42 degrees air with no sun and some rain...I went back to the van to warm up. While I'm in the van Cyrus showed up, wearing flip flops. Me I need something heavier than a drysuit but Cyrus is rigged for summer!
Took a couple more runs then called it a day. I was struggling and cold, but happy I'd gotten back on the board. Each run was better than the preceding one, so perhaps next sesh I'll sail like someone who windsurfs!
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