by DimitriMilovich » Sun Sep 19, 2010 3:10 pm
Sublime to Windiculous -
Just before I go under the knife Wednesday for stitching of my mildly tattered right rotator cuff, which will officially end my sailing for this year, one of my last visions will be this morning. Not what happened later, but what happened first.
I was pulled by my eager 5.2, and skipping across the hard little chop in the semi-darkness on the way back to the beach one tack, when I saw the morning light on the top of the Stansburys. Pink to gold, moving down the faces as I raced across our precious little pond. A few more reaches later I was still nicely wound, leaning back admiring it all. Then the sun brushed down onto the beach, the water, and lit up my yellow sail like a giant sunflower. Laughing out loud glorious. Great to be alive.
Ken showed up a bit later and completely coincidentally, it started to drop. My planes came less often, then finally not at all. Even his 6.0 wasn't enough and we stood around wondering what jiggle in the earth's rotation or flapping of many seagulls on the GSL crashed our party. (Ken: "It's gonna blow hard, Grasshopper".)
Nearly an hour of sad schlogging with an occasional zip. We were joined by area newcomer Sam (U of U student from Virginia) who also got some rides on his 5.5. Ken switched to a 7.0 but even that didn't quite cut it in the shifty weird wind. Clearly we had some dues to pay this morning. But at 9:00 it did kick in, just after I had carried my gear up hill since I'd gotten my two hours in. Back to the water where Carl made his appearance, along with Rick Mc. We got some pounding good rides as the wind turned on big time. Flattened the 5.2 again and still watched Carl fly by on the reaches (the Carl effect).
What happened later? Oh, I left about 10:30, and Carl and the crew got more rides. Now I'm up to two 6-packs.
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DimitriMilovich on Sun Sep 19, 2010 8:35 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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