Webbies was sweet. Solid 4.7 or 4.2, neck high water, smooth with the occasional easy ramp. T’was me, Scott, Cyrus, Dilay and pilot Frank hogging it to ourselves. Scott lead me across to the other side, at which point I turned around and A: saw nothing through the rain and fog, and B: Even if I had this was only my second session at Webbys so I had no idea where the launch was. “Wait for me!” I told Lord Scotworth, who laughed then launched back. In less than I minute I spotted Frank’s red sail in the distance and so had my bearings.
P.S. Such a better session than my last (which was my first in a third of a year.) I almost remember how to jibe!
Meanwhile...
“Well I would drive 500 miles…” said Artie, who wanted the same conditions, sans drysuit. In Avon OBX he was, also catching some big wind too and wants us all to know he's wearing summer booties! Get it Artie!
(Video: Me chasing the Earl of Kielt, Frank heading outbound)
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