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This time was better.

-The dredging boat left (hand took such a pounding from the big chop and gusts that we were worried the boat would flip) so the water was clear and the air sweet.

-Some puffins (bird puffins) were flying around, coming out of Bullhead bay to bless the sesh.

The Wolf went 3.7 (good call)...Scott and I opted for 4.2's, which worked for a bit.   The chop was so disorganized that it was hard to sail fast...lit is fine when board speed is 30+...when it's 20ish that rig is YANKING.    Into these conditions inexplicably appeared John Natalie, who may need to surrender his "I only sail when it's perfect" middle name.    But sail we did.

Young Eric arrived after awhile, and was out in the mess sailing switchstance!   I got dropped once when I caught a rail in the messy water, and he's switchstance.   #humbled.    

I love sailing this time of the year.  So much wind.  Too much wind lately...would love to get out on a 4.7!

A Million Pageviews of PP

What is surely the most ridiculous windsurfng blog in the history of windsurfing blogdom recorded it's millionth pageview yesterday.   The culprit page was from the Reasons To Hate Mike Burns series, in this case Reason To Hate Mike Burns #211: Looping a Sunset Slalom.   Mike up and moved to Hatteras recently, and when last we saw him in social media he and Chrissy were sailing in shorties...this whilst my drysuit is drying on a hanger.  Another reason to hate him.

But we digress.

Thanks to everyone who looks at this thing and doesn't send hate mail!

(P.S.  Don't know why you'd want to, but you can follow Mike Burns here.)

 

Blown Off The Water

I was last to arrive.  

"What's the sail call?"

Scott said 3.7.   I said I had a 4.2 and a 3.4.  He did not blink:  3.4 was his call.

"But it doesn't look that windy!"

Scott rolled his eyes.  This happens often.  He puts up with me.  "Walk down to the water" he said.

I didn't get three steps before I was in the full blow.  Sh** it was windy.   And the wind smelled like sh**   Bullhead bay was being dredged, with the outflow into the Peconic, and the currents being what they were were were launching in mucky water that reeked.   

"Motivation to not blow a jibe" Frank would later say (after his customary 90 minute nonstop sesh.)

Scott and the Wolf had already been out.  Frank launched, and Jan, Bruce, Christian, John Natalie, Arty and I rigged and went.  Or attempted to.   My first launch I was fully overpowered...my sail was bucking like it was misrigged.   I sailed a few hundred yards and then just layed the rig down.  Kicked it around and sailed back.  Jan was right behind me.   Word was that if you made it a quarter mile out things calmed down some.    But soon everyone came in and hid behind the dredge pipes waiting for the wind to back off...to 30.   
Finally it did, the Wolf launched, and I said "if the Wolf is sailing then so must I!"  Scott agreed.   

I launched, and was okay for about a quarter mile.  Then it came up again.   Back to Stink Beach to give up, and watch others tailwalking (except for Frank.  Frank is different.   Frank on his 4.2)

Would have liked to cut that wind in half and had two days of 20!

(Top:  Arty, Jan, the Wolf, Scott and Christian shelter in the lee to contemplate monster gusts.  Bottom:  The Wolf says sometimes walking away means you get to sail another day.)

 

There Be Wind A Comin'

Thus spake NOAA:

Friday:  SW winds 15 to 20 kt with gusts up to 25 kt. Seas 6 to 8 ft. Showers. Vsby 1 to 3 nm.

 

Saturday:  SW winds 15 to 20 kt with gusts up to 25 kt, increasing to 20 to 25 kt with occasional gusts up to 35 kt in the afternoon. seas 6 to 9 ft, building to 8 to 11 ft in the afternoon.

 

What say ye, windy folk?

Three Days Napeagueing

There were several reasons for me to have Napeague on the brain last week:

-My dinged knee would fair better on flatter water than in Meschutt/Iron Pier/West Meadow conditions,

-Wilson had acquired a bunch of exotic foiling gear,

-A reprise of a wonderful session with Wilson and David last October was past due.

So with knee brace and loaded van I was Peaguebound.

Friday afternoon winds were west and moderate…me on the 6.2, Wilson rigged a bit bigger, and we were on Reach and Jibe patrol. Nothing fancy, just a good lead in to the weekend. My bad knee didn’t like having its attendant foot in the front strap much, so I babied it.   Nothing like trying to coddle an injury while committing to a jibe to induce mediocrity, but still it was fun to be out there on flat and friendly water.

Saturday winds were southerly and light, but to a bunch of ABKers it was catnip.   Wilson took out a foil and had his longest foiling reach yet…I’d guestimate it at 75 yards fully elevated.   I was out on the 6.2 and managed to pump to a plane a few times, jibe once, otherwise it was mostly helitacks and pivot jibes. David, Lili and Dana were also out for various stretches doing the nonplaning thing.   Followed by gin and tonics and a fine dinner, it was a good day of sailing.

Sunday it nuked.   Eyeballing it I thought a 4.7 was the call, and despite Wilson and David's local advice to rig smaller I went out with too much sail. After two runs rigged down to 4.2, where I was again lit to overpowered (note to self: always defer to local knowledge!) David somehow made a 4.4 work, while Wilson took a few runs and thought better of it.   It wasn’t just the wind (3.7 would probably have been perfect)…there were uncharacteristically sets of waves coming into the beach. If you hit them right on port they made for nice jumps, but generally speaking beach break is not what Napeague is known for!

It was punishing but good fun…I bagged it early for my knee, and David wanted to return the harness he borrowed from Lili (on account of she said she’d kill him if he left with it.) Top:  Michael outbound.  Middle:  David inbound.   Bottom:  We shall live to sail another day (Lili got her harness back).  Photos by Wilson.

Eye High Chop at Meschutt (with Knee Brace)

"Eye High Sir" said Scott.   Aye Aye and soforth.   The chop was big at Meschutt Friday in the first big NW blow of the season, and the jumping was sweet for those who could.  Scott, the Wolf, Jonathan, John Natalie, George Pav, Diane and Arty all took their shots at the sky.

Your humble editor not so much.   I hadn't windsurfed in a month, since spraining some knee ligaments, but today I thought I'd see how recovered I am by sailing with my knee brace.    I know I know, 4.2 at rampalicious Meschutt was less than ideal, but I go where the fun is.

Three runs and I was done.   I could sail, even jibe dry, but the knee started chirping, the big beautiful chop was unusable by me, so I chose to get off the water and get back to healing.   Soon behind me came Arty, whose face had interacted with his boom, and between the blood and the need to catch the Orient Pt. Ferry he too wrapped it up.

C'est la knee.   Maybe next week.

 

 

Robby Naish and Puffins

Forgot to work this into my last post about Robby, so here it is solo:   Back in the early 1990's when the "puffins" were a group of windsurfers, their SO's, children and friends living in summer share houses and sailing on the Little Peconic Bay, the "Puffin House" was the center of activity (at least in my demented mind) while The Peconic Puffin was a weekly three-page newsletter about our exploits.   Somewhere along the line OG Puffin Steve managed to bend Robby's ear about the Peconic Puffins, and get his puffin t-shirt autographed.  Twenty plus years later Steve wore the shirt to an ABK after-clinic dinner, where I snapped this photo.  Me being the guy I am, it didn't even occur to me to include Steve's mug.  Still...the shirt!   

How Great Is Robby Naish #531

Robby Naish.   From Naish Sails' Instagram feed.   A brilliant natural windsurfer.  THE brilliant natural windsurfer!

I Love My Knee Brace

What I didn't mention in my First Foiling Experience post was that I was out there with a tweaked left knee.   "Tweaked" is a technical term I learned from old time ABK instructor Scott Kreiser, which means "put out of whack".  It can apply to individual body parts or the entirety of the windsurfer (as in "Doc, I'm tweaked!")

So I was out there with a tweaked left knee.  But it wasn't THAT tweaked, and I'd never tried foiling before, so to heck with it I went out and pumped the board with my tweaked knee...foiled a bit...and left very happy.   But by the end of that day I was in limp mode, and a week later wasn't improving.   So I reached out to the major sports medicine centers in the city for an appointment, and NYU Langone said they could see me "tomorrow".   Went in, got examined, was told I'd probably torn my meniscus, and that the question of the need for surgery and so forth would be resolved by MRI.  Got the MRI and Lo, I did not have a torn meniscus...no surgery!  Instead I had sprained the MCL and "medial patellofemoral" ligaments (plus a whack to the knee bone for good measure.)...all I needed was a knee brace and a good attitude about four weeks of pain.   "Pain shmain" I said, "no surgery YES!!!!"

They brought me to the Brace guy who set me up with the hardware pictured.   I walked home in it, thinking it really wasn't doing anything and it felt slightly annoying and maybe I would skip the brace.   Until I got home, removed it, and took a few steps.   Where did this wobbly less than secure knee come from?   Back on went the brace.  For the last week I've been wearing it for any walking longer than a block, and I 

A: feel good.

B: am aware of my knee improving.

C: walk around with impunity.

I love my knee brace.   Looking forward to not needing it though!

 

R.I.P. McPhilly

I just learned that Phil "McPhilly" Gray passed away.  Died of a heart attack while out biking with friends.  Damn.   I didn't know him well...we chatted at some East Coast Windsurfing festivals and races...and I liked him.   I have on occasion stolen ideas from his blog.  Out taking a ride with friends when he just up and died.  Damn.   R.I.P. Phil.  Photo from Brook Cuddy's FB post.

ABK Windsurfing Clinic at Tiana Sept 21-13

It's that time of the year ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.  ABK time!  Andy Brandt's flying circus, with technique, tips, tricks, and a raft of instructors to teach it all come to Tiana Bay 9/21-23/18.   If you've never sailed Tiana Bay it's just about perfect for learning at all levels...shallow, flat, and wind direction friendly.  Whether you're a never before windsurfed, a beginner, or are anywhere on the scale betwixt intermediate and Ripping God/Goddess of Wind and Water, you want to be here to Get Better.   So come on and sign up with ABK Boardsports.

(Could we be any more enthusiastic? )

 

Swap Meet's a Comin'

Windsurfing swap meet.

Kiteboarding swap meet

Stand up paddling swap meet

Surfing swap meet

even Foiling swap meet (yes you heard right!)

At Hampton Watersports.

Saturday September 15th, 

Saturday, 9AM to 4PM. 

At the shop. Buy or sell used Foiling, Standup Paddleboarding, Windsurfing, Kiteboarding and Surfing gear. 

Buying - closeouts available, specials on closeout '18 equipment, and loads of used gear to choose from. 

Selling - Please drop your used gear by the shop from now thru the 15th (swap day) before 9am.

Rain or shine, windy or not, swap will run. See you then!

(The shop is at 1688 County Road 39
Southampton, NY 11968.  Phone 631 283-9463)

Baby Bowl Plus

David has been asking about the Bowl for awhile.  When would a good day for him to try it?   His first LI wave day?

Saturday it was!

Along with the Brothers Natalie, Scott, the Wolf, Arty (returned from the Gorge), Jon Ford and yours truly, in 2-3 foot swell with no beach break, David went in!  Full props.   And the usual ocean newbie stuff:

Q:  How was waterstarting?

A:  TERRIBLE!

Q:  Did you worry about sharks?

A:  CONSTANTLY

For the rest of us it was smooth sailing...what the Bowl lacked in wave size it almost made up for in smoothness.   It was calm enough on the inside that I was throwing duck jibes for fun.  On the outside there was still swell to jibe off of.  Good day!

SUNDAY BONUS:  Mecox.   Me lit on a 6.2 (should have rigged the 5.4) blowing Carve 360's.  Some days I"m 100%, others I'm nowhere.  I was nowhere.

(no pix from the Bowl unfortunately.  That's me on a southerly from the Yacht Club.)

 

Sunday Showing SW Potential...

...can you say Mecox?   or Shinnecock Bay?   or Napeague?    or South Jamesport?

Had a nice session last week with Sally (at which the 7.5 duck jibe blog post originated)...hope to get more soon, with some OG Puffins.  You know who you are!

Duck Jibing a 7.5

Q:  Why duck jibe?

A:  It's so much fun!

A dozen years ago I got out of big sails.  If I couldn't do basic tricks with it, I didn't want it.  I thought that meant 6.0 was about the limit.  Good bye 9.8 and 8.8.  Yeah I'd miss some planing days but this was my thinking.  Dumb.   Fortunately one day in Bonaire I met a guy named Steve who I knew liked freestyle, and also had a 7.5.  What gives?  Can you duck it, Steve?  

"Duck it?  I'm gosh darn donkey jibing it!"

So I returned to the 7.5 fold.   While I've never made anything but the ugliest donkey jibes with it, I'm pretty good at ducking the thing.   The trick I've figured out is to break the rule (guideline, really) that you must throw the boom so that your "new" front hand catches the boom in front of the harness line.   Break the "no shuffling your hands down the boom" advice.    I love the pure duck jibe with the single elegant throw, but with the big sail it disrupts the mast base pressure too much, and keeping the board planing becomes a challenge.  

So I walk my hands for the 7.5 duck.   And I plane out, happy.

End of screed.

 

(Please excuse the "Ha Ha!" after the jibe. I'm basically an eight year old.)