“This week has been crazy” Christian said. “There has been nonstop texting about where to sail since Tuesday! It had indeed been nuts. But after what seemed like 4.5 days of nonstop text traffic we were at Sebonac Inlet (instead of West Meadow or various Montauk spots, or the ocean) and 4.2 was the call. Saturday under dark and sometimes rainy skies were Scott, the Wolf, Dr. Pain, Christian, Frank and I hoppin' and boppin on WNW winds ("watch out for the big rock" Scott advised. "Rock...how about the giant black oyster farm" countered Christian.) Sunday the crowd thickened, with Fisherman, Jan and Bruce, Kurt, and the Natalies added to the party on the water.
But CD was not to be seen. What befell Lord Chimpleton, we wondered?
More wind for us, though! Of Sunday's sunny high wind fest, Scott proclaimed "one of the ten best Sebonac days, all time!" Hard to argue. Good ramps, warm water, warm sun, a fine shimmer on the water. The only thing missing was CD.
Attention all windly hopeful: Scott thinks Sunday is going to be a big day. Windy. Wavy. Me I think getting excited about a forecast five days out is an exercise in windsuffering. But in the meantime, lets hear it for Sunday!
Taking a break from the 4.7 conditions, the conversation turned to our feet.
"Why are you wearing winter booties" I asked Scott. The water was warmish...I was more than comfortable in my summer booties.
"They don't let sand in," Scott replied. I couldn't remember the last time sand in my booties was an issue.
"Look at your feet," Scott said to Hulse. "You have red tyrannosaurus rex feet!"
I checked out Hulse's feet. They were red, but lacked the ripping and tearing claws that are the hallmark of T-rex feet.
Then we went back out sailing. Wind straight from the north (good but not great for Meschutt) it was Dr. Pain, Joe Natalie, Christian, the Wolf, Hulse, Scott, yours truly, Bill Barber (still on his Long Island visa) and more playing on the Great Peconic with the occasional decent ramp, though not the perfect halfpipes that are Meschutt's calling card on NW blows. Just the thing for a Sunday afternoon, and who cares about a bit of rain? I had to leave midway through the sesh, but the wind was picking up when I did, and I 'spect a number of the guys rigged down to 4.2.