"We're waiting for you to leave. Or at least release your downhaul"
Ah. They wanted more wind.
I was on the early shift at Sebonac Inlet. Needing to accompany Mrs. Puffin back to NYC in the early afternoon I had to take what I could get...an hour of 5.0 conditions on the 5.5 I'd rigged...before the bulk of the chimpery hit the water. Sebonac on NW is less that ideal but WE'LL TAKE IT!
So I enjoyed my solo hour, and then became the wind sacrifice, bringing 4.7 conditions to the growing crew as Joe, the Wolf, Kurt, Christian, Peconic Jeff, CPU John, Frank and Felix arrived to tear it up. My leaving was good for three knots!
I missed it Thursday, but others did not. Chimply Lord Scotworth the Earl of Kielt texted me: "Ponquogue went off! 4.7, easy to get out. William (He Of Whom Fun Shall Not Be Made) didn't want to quit!" I love Ponquogue. Missed it!
Meanwhile for those of the Saturday persuasion the coastal marine fricasee calls for NE 15-20 gusting to 25. If that holds there will be windsurfing. Scott says "hopefully enough for Goff" (land of the giants in Gardiners Bay north of Napeague.) May it be so.
(Photo: Lord VanderWolf holds station off of Scottworth's bow. Photo by Kielt.)
Wave sailing...on a Saturday...4.7 conditions...and warm? Yeeha! I hadn't sailed in the ocean since June (and it showed) but who cares! The Wolf, Scott, Jonathan, Joe, Jan, Bruce, Jeff, Bill, Hulse (kiting) a new guy named Remy and a few other kiters had a blast in head-high swell. The waves were not particularly ridable, but when you haven't sailed them in ages and you can jibe and jump off of six footers, well that's pretty great. Heading inbound and seeing only the top of someone else's sail reaching along side you...exciting times!
The launch at the Bowl has lost so much sand that big rocks are now an issue when you get off your board. I dinged my feet three times before resigning myself to putting on...booties. I love the barefoot ocean sailing thing...first time I've warn booties in ocean warm water in memory.
The other issue was "windsurfing shape" or the lack thereof. Arms were burning out quickly. "Doesn't matter if you're working out...all those thousands of little adjustments you do when you're sailing...we're not getting that excercise" lamented Bill regarding the poor wind year.
The SE wind was side on and fairly consistent 4.7, until the rains came and killed it. I was toasted anyway, but some of the later arrivals did not get a full serving. We all need 25 days a year like Saturday. Bring it!
(Photos by Scott. Top: Scott airs out his new board, very lightly used and I believe formerly the property of my friend Karin. Bottom: The pilings weren't a problem, but rocks under the water to the east made getting off of your board a little tricky.)