Friday 8 7 26 morning call
10 hours ago
Today it's blowing 25 out of the NW, and it's sunny with blue skies and little puffy clouds here and there.
I like to look at the windsurfing year as a predetermined number of sailable and unsailable that you could potentially windsurf. The wind gods have their annual meeting and Parcheesi tournament shortly after Christmas and they sit down with the list of everyone who is going to windsurf and assign a ratio to those people of the number of planing days they'll be awarded, in terms of a ratio. So they pull my file and determine that I'm going to get about a 2/7 chance of planing every time I could windsurf. Since the ratio is fixed before the year starts, I'm not too upset when I drive 6 hours down to Avon to watch my reflection on the sound. It just means I'm going to get some REAL wind on another day.



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.
