As evidenced by the picture below, I don't just blog about windsurfing... I actually DO windsurf on occasion, when I have free time to get away from my blog.
It was one of those days when I had a commitment, so of course it was a really windy morning. I didn't get out to Mason Neck until 2:30 in the afternoon and the wind was pretty dead. The occasional gusts were getting up to 20 so I decided to give my new wetsuit a try and rig my 5.2 just to get a feel for the cold water. The air temp was around 50 so I felt pretty safe even though there were no other windsurfers around. They probably caught it when the wind was good and took off.
As you can see, there was a lot of slogging and A LOT of glare. It was the kind of glare that's just excruciating. When everything lines up just perfectly and burns a hole in your optic nerve when you're on a particular tack. That was ok. Even though I missed most of the breeze, I was able to make a pretty chill day productive by testing out my wetsuit, boots and mittens. They all worked great, I was warm warm warm.
I even put my life vest on. Not really sure why, I thought the wind could be higher on the outside. I hate wearing a life jacket while windsurfing, it feels like it gets in the way of getting hooked in. I don't think it actually does, but I guess subconsciously I have a hard time getting hooked in when I can't see my hook (even if I'm not looking down).
Overall it was a good to get out. The last time I windsurfed was in Bonaire in the beginning of January. I completely goose-egged a very windy February while I was getting the pieces of my cold-weather gear together. I did manage to snowboard a couple times, so I guess I can't complain. I've now joined the ranks of "coldish" weather sailors, and I think I've expanded my season by another 4 months! The icing on the cake was seeing a bald eagle while I was de-rigging. She was probably looking to eat a puffin for lunch.
edit: my totally awesome and gorgeous girlfriend, Shauna, was responsible for the photographs contained in this blog. That's right, the one who I spent all morning helping to move.