Sunday, July 19, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
The fourth of July
Well, we made it to the Cape for the 4th. The drive was pretty good. We like to take the Ferry from Orient Point. This breaks the journey into two, three hour treks, surrounding a 1 ½ hour ferry ride. The alternative 6 ½+ hour drive is not fun.
I have mixed emotions about Chatham. Chatham has the largest percentage of public beach access than any other town on the Cape. Yet Chatham has a very Localism Vibe. It’s Tribe of Local Watermen brave Chatham’s Winter. They consider Summer their reward.
‘Summer Resident’s’ go to great lengths to display their creed; “I’m more local than you”.
The weather has been much the same as Long Island; foggy and rainy. Dad and I tried to sail on Friday. The wind was light, and visibility was about 20 feet. He and Mom were supposed to sail to Nantucket Thursday. But the weather has not been cooperative, so they have postponed their departure. My parents are 2 of the 6,625 people who live in Chatham year round. On the 4th of July weekend, Chatham’s population swells to between 30,000 or 40,000! And that is as good a reason as any, [if you are a Local]...to get out of town…
Later Friday afternoon, the sun came out. We tried to go to the beach. We took the Rent’s Jeep. Mass plates, and a town resident sticker would allow us entry to Cockle Cove.
That worked until the clouds came back, and made it cold again.
That evening we went into town for the Friday night concert at the Chatham bandstand. A little Norman Rockwell time capsule…God Bless America, Do the Hokey Poky, and Mayberry RFD, wrapped all into one. Four generations of one family, dancing and singing together. All this, on a blanket, preciously guarded, since 8 AM this morning. [Marking ones territory is terribly important.] As we drive home that evening, empty blankets and lawn chairs already line the parade route for tomorrow.
Saturday was a beautiful, breezy, sunny day. The first in weeks. Dad called me from points south of Monomoy. They were “beating to windward in 15 foot seas, and 20 to 25 knots”. LL and I wanted to go to Forest Beach. I figured it would be the best choice for windsurfing. There was no place to park. At all.
We tried Pleasant Beach, a few blocks east. I parked in one of the last spots. Got LL and Brielle settled in. Then rigged up the 6.0, and the JP. I should have been flying… but I wasn’t. The wind was lifting. You could see it was windy, south and west of us. Just not where we were. I slogged in, and called it a day. There were so many people on the beach by that time; there was no way I could have safely launched anyway.
After yesterday’s ‘failure to launch’, we delayed our ferry reservation till Sunday night. I knew it meant a tiring drive, but I desperately needed to sail. We arrived early [this time] at Forest Beach. I rigged big; a 7.0 and the Sumo. Even though I would be overpowered on the outside; I needed to plane. And it was glorious. Because it was early, you could see through the crystal clear water, and watch your shadow glide along with you. It’s a sensation I have not had since Aruba. I basically sailed alone. Just me and about 30 kiters. Windsurfing has definitely taken a back seat to kites on marginal days. I had a great two hours; fully powered to overpowered…At times, I wished I had rigged smaller. Nothing is perfect.
As I was packing up, some lady trolling for a parking spot ran over the clew of my sail. When I called her on it, she claimed that “she didn’t… and that “I shouldn’t have been there anyway.” I literally turned away from my sail for 30 seconds so I could put my boom in the car. How impatient do you have to be? “You people come up here…I own property…” She was obviously referring to my Van and its NY plates. I told her that I would send her a bill if I had to replace the batten she ran over. She sped off. But I had her plate number; from New Jersey…
I have mixed emotions about Chatham. Chatham has the largest percentage of public beach access than any other town on the Cape. Yet Chatham has a very Localism Vibe. It’s Tribe of Local Watermen brave Chatham’s Winter. They consider Summer their reward.
‘Summer Resident’s’ go to great lengths to display their creed; “I’m more local than you”.
The weather has been much the same as Long Island; foggy and rainy. Dad and I tried to sail on Friday. The wind was light, and visibility was about 20 feet. He and Mom were supposed to sail to Nantucket Thursday. But the weather has not been cooperative, so they have postponed their departure. My parents are 2 of the 6,625 people who live in Chatham year round. On the 4th of July weekend, Chatham’s population swells to between 30,000 or 40,000! And that is as good a reason as any, [if you are a Local]...to get out of town…
Later Friday afternoon, the sun came out. We tried to go to the beach. We took the Rent’s Jeep. Mass plates, and a town resident sticker would allow us entry to Cockle Cove.
That worked until the clouds came back, and made it cold again.
That evening we went into town for the Friday night concert at the Chatham bandstand. A little Norman Rockwell time capsule…God Bless America, Do the Hokey Poky, and Mayberry RFD, wrapped all into one. Four generations of one family, dancing and singing together. All this, on a blanket, preciously guarded, since 8 AM this morning. [Marking ones territory is terribly important.] As we drive home that evening, empty blankets and lawn chairs already line the parade route for tomorrow.
Saturday was a beautiful, breezy, sunny day. The first in weeks. Dad called me from points south of Monomoy. They were “beating to windward in 15 foot seas, and 20 to 25 knots”. LL and I wanted to go to Forest Beach. I figured it would be the best choice for windsurfing. There was no place to park. At all.
We tried Pleasant Beach, a few blocks east. I parked in one of the last spots. Got LL and Brielle settled in. Then rigged up the 6.0, and the JP. I should have been flying… but I wasn’t. The wind was lifting. You could see it was windy, south and west of us. Just not where we were. I slogged in, and called it a day. There were so many people on the beach by that time; there was no way I could have safely launched anyway.
After yesterday’s ‘failure to launch’, we delayed our ferry reservation till Sunday night. I knew it meant a tiring drive, but I desperately needed to sail. We arrived early [this time] at Forest Beach. I rigged big; a 7.0 and the Sumo. Even though I would be overpowered on the outside; I needed to plane. And it was glorious. Because it was early, you could see through the crystal clear water, and watch your shadow glide along with you. It’s a sensation I have not had since Aruba. I basically sailed alone. Just me and about 30 kiters. Windsurfing has definitely taken a back seat to kites on marginal days. I had a great two hours; fully powered to overpowered…At times, I wished I had rigged smaller. Nothing is perfect.
As I was packing up, some lady trolling for a parking spot ran over the clew of my sail. When I called her on it, she claimed that “she didn’t… and that “I shouldn’t have been there anyway.” I literally turned away from my sail for 30 seconds so I could put my boom in the car. How impatient do you have to be? “You people come up here…I own property…” She was obviously referring to my Van and its NY plates. I told her that I would send her a bill if I had to replace the batten she ran over. She sped off. But I had her plate number; from New Jersey…
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Finally
Finally, finally was able to windsurf tonight. The weeds at Heckscher were frustrating.. Felt like I had turrets, I was cursing so much. So I rigged a big board with the smallest weed fin I could find. Then I had a great session. Sailed way too much. Tore my hands to shreds. God to be plaining.
[yes I meant to say god; not good]
[yes I meant to say god; not good]
Monday, June 29, 2009
just do it
It's been so long since I last windsurfed, I don't think I remember how. Seriously; it's going on three weeks now. That's how we know that it's Summer. Maybe. We have had a very unusual weather pattern this Summer. The wind has been out of the East, or South East. The Striped Bass never really ran this year. We have Dolphins in Hemptstead Harbor, the murky runoff filled water has been attracting sharks in the line up, and, I surfed with Seals on Saturday, [you never see seals in the Summer ...only in the winter.] AND... It has been raining a lot. And that wouldn't be a big deal if it was at least windy. But it's not that either. The only nice thing is...there has been swell. Not huge; but surfable. And so I must thank Phil G. who made me understand that I was not too old to go through the geek stage of a whole new sport. I still am a terrible surfer. But I'm not the worst of kooks. Yesterday, I took my niece who has never been surfing, out boogie boarding. My god we had fun! Choppy, disorginized, on shore wind, surf. And I remembered Oh yea. The stoke has been re-stoked.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Time for my yearly rant about seamanship, and water quality.
Time for my yearly rant about seamanship, and water quality.
Sunday, I spent the better part of my day, cleaning, and waxing my boat. I had to; because she had a red mustache above the waterline. This is because the bay is blood red from some sort of algae bloom. I believe that all this rain we are having is causing serious runoff. That magic mix of nitrogen fertilizer and poop is what is exacerbating the algae bloom. However, I don’t know that for sure. I do know that Nassau County has been closing the beaches for swimming. And that my telephone calls to Nassau Co, The North Hempstead Harbor Patrol, and the town of Port Washington, have all gone unanswered.
So I scrubed my waterline. As I was cleaning, I had to compound out some blue paint scratches where something had obviously scraped up against my hull. A buoy?; maybe? More likely another boats hull.
As I was working on my boat, I watched as 65+ foot yacht nearly ran down a yellow kayak. The boats bow wake thankfully pushed the little boat to the side. They didn’t even slow down. People were yelling and screaming from the dock. Three stories up, in their air conditioned cocoon, I don’t think anyone aboard the yacht even noticed.
After all the cleaning and waxing, the wind filled in. So I went for a sail. I was only out for three hours. As I approached my mooring, it became clear that some powerboat had run over my pennant; that it had wrapped around his prop, and he had cut my pick up lines to shreds. This would not bother me so much if it didn’t happen at least twice a season.
WHY ARE YOU ARE IN A MOORING FIELD WHEN THERE IS A PERFECTLY MARKED CHANNEL? And if you are in an obvious mooring field why don’t you turn down your music, put down your phone, and PAY THE F#@K ATTENTION!
OK Last one.
Saturday, I was on a starboard tack, pointing as high as I could, to clear Plum Point. [Note: Plum Pt is also were the 5MPH / no wake zone begins] There was another sailboat rounding the point on Port, just down wind of me. We had eye contact and I pinched a little higher so he could pass bellow me. Just as we were about to pass each other… some cigar chomping, Buda bellied, operator of a top heavy Clorox bottle, guns his engines and cuts right in-between us. It would have taken him no effort to slowly give way, as he is supposed to do. Instead he had to create wake that caused me to unintentionally tack, and almost ran the other sailboat aground. As the motor-head planed off into the sunset I doubt he was even aware of the damage his left in his wake.
I just don’t remember the big boats being run by A$$H0L#’s, who don’t care about anyone else but them selves. I guess that's changed.
Sunday, I spent the better part of my day, cleaning, and waxing my boat. I had to; because she had a red mustache above the waterline. This is because the bay is blood red from some sort of algae bloom. I believe that all this rain we are having is causing serious runoff. That magic mix of nitrogen fertilizer and poop is what is exacerbating the algae bloom. However, I don’t know that for sure. I do know that Nassau County has been closing the beaches for swimming. And that my telephone calls to Nassau Co, The North Hempstead Harbor Patrol, and the town of Port Washington, have all gone unanswered.
So I scrubed my waterline. As I was cleaning, I had to compound out some blue paint scratches where something had obviously scraped up against my hull. A buoy?; maybe? More likely another boats hull.
As I was working on my boat, I watched as 65+ foot yacht nearly ran down a yellow kayak. The boats bow wake thankfully pushed the little boat to the side. They didn’t even slow down. People were yelling and screaming from the dock. Three stories up, in their air conditioned cocoon, I don’t think anyone aboard the yacht even noticed.
After all the cleaning and waxing, the wind filled in. So I went for a sail. I was only out for three hours. As I approached my mooring, it became clear that some powerboat had run over my pennant; that it had wrapped around his prop, and he had cut my pick up lines to shreds. This would not bother me so much if it didn’t happen at least twice a season.
WHY ARE YOU ARE IN A MOORING FIELD WHEN THERE IS A PERFECTLY MARKED CHANNEL? And if you are in an obvious mooring field why don’t you turn down your music, put down your phone, and PAY THE F#@K ATTENTION!
OK Last one.
Saturday, I was on a starboard tack, pointing as high as I could, to clear Plum Point. [Note: Plum Pt is also were the 5MPH / no wake zone begins] There was another sailboat rounding the point on Port, just down wind of me. We had eye contact and I pinched a little higher so he could pass bellow me. Just as we were about to pass each other… some cigar chomping, Buda bellied, operator of a top heavy Clorox bottle, guns his engines and cuts right in-between us. It would have taken him no effort to slowly give way, as he is supposed to do. Instead he had to create wake that caused me to unintentionally tack, and almost ran the other sailboat aground. As the motor-head planed off into the sunset I doubt he was even aware of the damage his left in his wake.
I just don’t remember the big boats being run by A$$H0L#’s, who don’t care about anyone else but them selves. I guess that's changed.
Friday, June 12, 2009
summertime?
So last weekend I didn't sail in the East Coast Windsurfing fest. Instead, I sailed the Northeaster Friday night at Crab. It wasn't the best session; it was raining, cold, and I broke the nose of my favorite board: but I sailed with my friends, we had it all to ourselves. I knew that if I sailed Friday night, odds were, my body wouldn't have been able to sail on Saturday as well. And I'm fine with that. I really don't enjoy racing, and competition, as much as I do free sailing.
I go out when the time is right. When the wind, waves, tides, and my body create the right conditions. That's when I go out. It's the pure joy that I crave.
I am truly impressed by all of the competitors last weekend. Waiting around all day for your assigned heat. All to test who was the best sailor, at that specific time, on that specific day, with that specific gear, given those specific conditions. That's hard.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Summer time
Well, it's summer. And although I'm not 100%, I have been doing my best to enjoy it. I caught a couple of good surfs at the Gilgo 4X4 beach. I can't begin to explain how good it feels to be able to take Lauralee with me to the beach and not have to worry about getting my permit pulled.
The southwesterly thermals have started. They're a little different this year. Not as predictable as past seasons. But they do provide for some nice after work sessions.
Last weekend was fun at Heckscher. We had some wind, and the Pro's are starting to show up for the East Coast Windsurfing Festival.
The pic's are by Blueharbor, May 31st, 2009.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
access season
So I understand that the season is in full swing. Thus far, Spring has welcomed a whole host of “incidents” that will continue to hinder our ability to increase access for all non-motorized water sports.
1- I understand that a few Windsurfers were warned that they were not allowed to windsurf from Robert Moses Beach X. Fortunately; they were warned after their session was over, as they were leaving the water. They were able to “play dumb”, and no incident was recorded.
2- Several Surfers had their trucks ticketed, and/or their permits pulled at Democrat.
Note: it is against the NYS Park rules to even carry a surfboard in your vehicle at Democrat.
3- At the April Surfrider meeting we heard from a man who had his ankle cut by a fallen Kiteboarders lines while he was in the line up at Gilgo.
4- Surfers were blamed for cutting across and damaging the dunes at the Gilgo 4X4 beach entrance.
5- A number of Kiteboarders were ejected at Zacks Bay in Jones Beach for attempting to launch their gear. A minor altercation with a Park Employee resulted in the Police being called in.
6- At Heckscher, two inexperienced windsurfers were rescued by a good Samaritan windsurfer. The two novices attempted to sail in an off shore wind, wearing nothing but a T-shirt and shorts. [I’m still wearing a 5/3 steamer!]. Both of the rescued were treated for hypothermia. One was taken away in an ambulance.
It only takes a second to make a bad impression. On the other hand, it takes decades of hard work to make a good one. Let’s self police our own ranks, before the authorities do it for us.
I was disappointed by the lack of attendance at the Jones Beach rally two weeks ago. We had a chance to show our support for the Lifeguards of the LI State Parks System. We had a chance to make our voices heard about the closing of beaches and reduction of access this summer. We had a chance to meet, talk with, and shake hands with the State Representatives that would be our champions, in the quest for beach access.
Thank you to everyone who came out. Your support is so important. It will go a long way in building the bridges we need to gain our objectives.
1- I understand that a few Windsurfers were warned that they were not allowed to windsurf from Robert Moses Beach X. Fortunately; they were warned after their session was over, as they were leaving the water. They were able to “play dumb”, and no incident was recorded.
2- Several Surfers had their trucks ticketed, and/or their permits pulled at Democrat.
Note: it is against the NYS Park rules to even carry a surfboard in your vehicle at Democrat.
3- At the April Surfrider meeting we heard from a man who had his ankle cut by a fallen Kiteboarders lines while he was in the line up at Gilgo.
4- Surfers were blamed for cutting across and damaging the dunes at the Gilgo 4X4 beach entrance.
5- A number of Kiteboarders were ejected at Zacks Bay in Jones Beach for attempting to launch their gear. A minor altercation with a Park Employee resulted in the Police being called in.
6- At Heckscher, two inexperienced windsurfers were rescued by a good Samaritan windsurfer. The two novices attempted to sail in an off shore wind, wearing nothing but a T-shirt and shorts. [I’m still wearing a 5/3 steamer!]. Both of the rescued were treated for hypothermia. One was taken away in an ambulance.
It only takes a second to make a bad impression. On the other hand, it takes decades of hard work to make a good one. Let’s self police our own ranks, before the authorities do it for us.
I was disappointed by the lack of attendance at the Jones Beach rally two weeks ago. We had a chance to show our support for the Lifeguards of the LI State Parks System. We had a chance to make our voices heard about the closing of beaches and reduction of access this summer. We had a chance to meet, talk with, and shake hands with the State Representatives that would be our champions, in the quest for beach access.
Thank you to everyone who came out. Your support is so important. It will go a long way in building the bridges we need to gain our objectives.
Friday, May 8, 2009
tonight
Surfrider Central Long Island Presents: Local Artists' Art Show Saturday, May 9, 2009 6:00 pm The Tiki Bar-832 W. Beech Street, Long Beach. $5 at the door to benefit Surfrider's continued fight against the proposed LNG Island.
Live Music By: The Sun Gets Down
Maybe I'll see you there?
Lauralee will be showing her jewelry. How cool is that?
Live Music By: The Sun Gets Down
Maybe I'll see you there?
Lauralee will be showing her jewelry. How cool is that?
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Well folks, it's been a while. My timing has been off the last few weeks. There have been windy days; just not when I go windsurfing. At least the freakishly warm weather has enabled me to sail sans hood and gloves. So maybe I'll get some calluses on my tender paws.
The teak on Segue looks like crap, but Lauralee and I have been enjoying life on the mooring. It is a welcome change after spending this winter at a slip.
Last Sunday was 90 degrees. The water is still in the low 50's. LL and I took our first trip to the Town of Babylon 4X4 beach. I was lucky enough to get one of the only 50 permits issued for this Pilot Program. This meant that for the first time ever; I was able to go surfing from my truck, on a Long Island beach with out breaking the law. I can't describe what that felt like...
Of course the State is still enforcing it's anti surfing policies. I understand that several surfers had their permits pulled, and/or were ticketed at Demo. So there is still work to be done.
Yesterday I attended the Jones Beach Lifeguard Rally. The State is closing beaches, and laying off guards this summer.
The teak on Segue looks like crap, but Lauralee and I have been enjoying life on the mooring. It is a welcome change after spending this winter at a slip.
Last Sunday was 90 degrees. The water is still in the low 50's. LL and I took our first trip to the Town of Babylon 4X4 beach. I was lucky enough to get one of the only 50 permits issued for this Pilot Program. This meant that for the first time ever; I was able to go surfing from my truck, on a Long Island beach with out breaking the law. I can't describe what that felt like...
Of course the State is still enforcing it's anti surfing policies. I understand that several surfers had their permits pulled, and/or were ticketed at Demo. So there is still work to be done.
Yesterday I attended the Jones Beach Lifeguard Rally. The State is closing beaches, and laying off guards this summer.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I’ve been thinking about humility this week.
I’ve been thinking about humility this week.
I have been going through a very painful evaluation of my Business these last few months. I’m not as successful as I thought I was. It turns out that my loyal clientele, is not so loyal. Humility 101.
This weekend, Lauralee and I decided we would keep the boat at the dock a few more weeks. We would rather be at a mooring, because we prefer to sail on and off our mooring. But the evening Launch service won’t start till May; and I need access to the boat after work. So we will have to use the engine to get in our slip.
Now I’ve been getting pretty good at entering our slip. I did it all winter by myself. So of course, on this Saturday, a beautifully, warm, sunny day… The peanut gallery was out in full force. And I had great difficulty getting in my slip. I think it was because I didn’t want to mar my newly waxed hull. The bottom line is I slipped trying to fend off. Got one leg soaking wet, and had ten people shouting instructions at me from the dock. Humility 102.
Last night I sailed CIB on an Easterly. The wind was blowing side off 20 to 30, and the waves where pealing west to east. Deciding what to rig was just a guess. I rigged a 4.7 and the JP109. It looked really windy out there, but I was concerned about the long slog through the breakers to the wind line. I actually made it out OK. I was pretty proud of my self . There was the opportunity for massive air on the way out. One attempt was all I needed. I got so high I bailed and spent the next 10 minutes swimming after my gear. Once I settled in, the wave riding was “epic”. What a feeling! I was charging down 10 foot wave faces, getting 4 or 5 bottom turns and cutbacks out of a wave. I imagined what it must have looked like to the people watching from shore.
After 2 hours I was exhausted, so I sailed for home. As soon as I hit the wind line I went down. Instead of slogging for home, I was getting sucked out under the impact zone. Eventually I swam my gear in, only to get put through the rinse cycle in the shore break. More like stone washed. I got sand and pebbles in places… But I made it in; and tomorrow I will have to look over my gear very carefully to see how much damage I inflicted. As I took one last look out at the water I realized that you couldn’t see far enough through the rain to the overhead swell we had just reviled in. In fact from the beach it looked kinda’ small. In fact if anyone had actually tried to watch us, all they would have seen was a few guys bobbing around. Hardly epic. Humility 103: advanced placement…I know better.
Lesson learned…I didn’t go out last night for anyone else: I went out for me.
I have been going through a very painful evaluation of my Business these last few months. I’m not as successful as I thought I was. It turns out that my loyal clientele, is not so loyal. Humility 101.
This weekend, Lauralee and I decided we would keep the boat at the dock a few more weeks. We would rather be at a mooring, because we prefer to sail on and off our mooring. But the evening Launch service won’t start till May; and I need access to the boat after work. So we will have to use the engine to get in our slip.
Now I’ve been getting pretty good at entering our slip. I did it all winter by myself. So of course, on this Saturday, a beautifully, warm, sunny day… The peanut gallery was out in full force. And I had great difficulty getting in my slip. I think it was because I didn’t want to mar my newly waxed hull. The bottom line is I slipped trying to fend off. Got one leg soaking wet, and had ten people shouting instructions at me from the dock. Humility 102.
Last night I sailed CIB on an Easterly. The wind was blowing side off 20 to 30, and the waves where pealing west to east. Deciding what to rig was just a guess. I rigged a 4.7 and the JP109. It looked really windy out there, but I was concerned about the long slog through the breakers to the wind line. I actually made it out OK. I was pretty proud of my self . There was the opportunity for massive air on the way out. One attempt was all I needed. I got so high I bailed and spent the next 10 minutes swimming after my gear. Once I settled in, the wave riding was “epic”. What a feeling! I was charging down 10 foot wave faces, getting 4 or 5 bottom turns and cutbacks out of a wave. I imagined what it must have looked like to the people watching from shore.
After 2 hours I was exhausted, so I sailed for home. As soon as I hit the wind line I went down. Instead of slogging for home, I was getting sucked out under the impact zone. Eventually I swam my gear in, only to get put through the rinse cycle in the shore break. More like stone washed. I got sand and pebbles in places… But I made it in; and tomorrow I will have to look over my gear very carefully to see how much damage I inflicted. As I took one last look out at the water I realized that you couldn’t see far enough through the rain to the overhead swell we had just reviled in. In fact from the beach it looked kinda’ small. In fact if anyone had actually tried to watch us, all they would have seen was a few guys bobbing around. Hardly epic. Humility 103: advanced placement…I know better.
Lesson learned…I didn’t go out last night for anyone else: I went out for me.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Got gloves
Sailed CIB Sunday with Joe Elvis, Rich S, Lenny, & Peter L. 6.0 fully Powered against the tide.
Hit Heckscher last night [the 15th] on the Easterly with Rich, Dommer, Jill, Jane, and Billy T was finishing up. Sailed a 5.0 and the 109. 4.7 and the 90 ltr would have been the better call. By 7 it was full on 4.0.
I understand a few ventured out to Demo earlyer in the day, when the tide was right. By all accounts they were greeted with logo high sets, and body punishing hold downs. I tried to sail with these guys at RM5 once and never made it off the beach through the shore break. So if they used the term "Body Punishing Hold Downs" and "Logo High", I belive them.
Yesterday was the second day with open palm mitts. Hopefully the gloves will come off soon. The only drawback is that once it starts getting warm, it get's crowded.
Hit Heckscher last night [the 15th] on the Easterly with Rich, Dommer, Jill, Jane, and Billy T was finishing up. Sailed a 5.0 and the 109. 4.7 and the 90 ltr would have been the better call. By 7 it was full on 4.0.
I understand a few ventured out to Demo earlyer in the day, when the tide was right. By all accounts they were greeted with logo high sets, and body punishing hold downs. I tried to sail with these guys at RM5 once and never made it off the beach through the shore break. So if they used the term "Body Punishing Hold Downs" and "Logo High", I belive them.
Yesterday was the second day with open palm mitts. Hopefully the gloves will come off soon. The only drawback is that once it starts getting warm, it get's crowded.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Spring is finaly here.
Friday the 27-surf was great; I sucked.
Saturday the 28th- Lauralee and I were expecting a light, mellow sail... instead; We were right on the boundary layer of this front: thick cloud cover drawing a
line from Whitestone through city island up to Rye. Totally clear windy sky
above and to the east. Wind was East, with. Gusts out of the south east.
Monday the 30- sailed CIB with, Dommer, Brew, Mustang, DTL Pete, and Upwind Mike. We all rigged 5 something's; By the time we came off the water we should have been on 4.0. Swell was great till it was knocked down by the 35 mph gusts. Just a perfect after work session.
Wednesday the 1st- nice easterly with K'Dog, Air George, and Tanner Jim. Played in the flats over by Fire Island. Kinda' felt like Hatteras.
Saturday the 4th- 5.5 on the JP 109: sweet knee to shoulder high swell. This is the third day I have sailed this week! I feel like I'm on vacation....that is until I get home and realize I have work to do that will keep me up well past midnight. Ah balance; I will continue to search for you.
Saturday the 28th- Lauralee and I were expecting a light, mellow sail... instead; We were right on the boundary layer of this front: thick cloud cover drawing a
line from Whitestone through city island up to Rye. Totally clear windy sky
above and to the east. Wind was East, with. Gusts out of the south east.
Monday the 30- sailed CIB with, Dommer, Brew, Mustang, DTL Pete, and Upwind Mike. We all rigged 5 something's; By the time we came off the water we should have been on 4.0. Swell was great till it was knocked down by the 35 mph gusts. Just a perfect after work session.
Wednesday the 1st- nice easterly with K'Dog, Air George, and Tanner Jim. Played in the flats over by Fire Island. Kinda' felt like Hatteras.
Saturday the 4th- 5.5 on the JP 109: sweet knee to shoulder high swell. This is the third day I have sailed this week! I feel like I'm on vacation....that is until I get home and realize I have work to do that will keep me up well past midnight. Ah balance; I will continue to search for you.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
It's on.
http://www.ecwindfest.com/East_Coast_Windsurfing_Festival/ECWF_Home.html
http://www.peconicpuffin.com/the_peconic_puffin/
The 2009 East Coast Windsurfing Festival will be held at Heckscher State Park on June 6th and 7th 2009. Competitors flock from all over the East Coast to compete in this huge competition. Racers and freestylers alike will have their chance to prove themselves as King of the East
http://www.peconicpuffin.com/the_peconic_puffin/
The 2009 East Coast Windsurfing Festival will be held at Heckscher State Park on June 6th and 7th 2009. Competitors flock from all over the East Coast to compete in this huge competition. Racers and freestylers alike will have their chance to prove themselves as King of the East
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Sounds like some of you scored!
I was out on the boat with my wife Lauralee, enjoying a
warm sunny 8-10 knot Southwesterly.
At about 3:30 the Northwesterly blew in, dropped the temperature a good ten degrees, and ramped the wind up to 15-20+. We reefed down, put on our foul weather gear and headed for home. Hope you went somewhere on the north shore.
Camp Mustang
Decent surf at Mustang's spot yesterday. I am still not surfing well. I have such a very long way to go.
You can really see the guys that always seem to take off in the right spot. Always manage a cutback or two. And always bail before the close out.
I never drop in at the right spot. I blow 90% of my pop up's. And, always stay on the wave too long; riding the crumbling white water almost to shore.
But I just love being out there. As long as I don't get in anyone's way.
I was very careful not to over use my shoulder yesterday. So of course I stepped in a hole and tweaked my back while ungracefully exiting the shore break. I'm not a kid anymore.
You can really see the guys that always seem to take off in the right spot. Always manage a cutback or two. And always bail before the close out.
I never drop in at the right spot. I blow 90% of my pop up's. And, always stay on the wave too long; riding the crumbling white water almost to shore.
But I just love being out there. As long as I don't get in anyone's way.
I was very careful not to over use my shoulder yesterday. So of course I stepped in a hole and tweaked my back while ungracefully exiting the shore break. I'm not a kid anymore.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Manhasset Bay
Caught a few hours before dark on MB. Rigged a big 7.0 and 125ltrs. Used a 13" fin: it was fine in the gusts, but I spent a lot of time underpowered. I understand the wind was better at Tanner. I probably should have made that drive to the south shore. It was still nice to sail in my own back yard for a change. I'm sure the bay will be crowded and filthy soon enough.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Work is no fun right now. I just want to play.
I meant to clean, or wax Segue yesterday. I even put one coat of Seapower cleaning wax on the coach roof. The teak looks like crap, the varnish is all flaky and needs to come off before I can varnish again. OK, not realy varnish but Cetol. I know some of you think that's cheating; but it is so much easyer to maintain than actual varnish. The new Natural Teak color is less orange than the original tint. But I couldn't even do that yesterday. As soon as I felt the 10 knot breeze out of the WSW I went sailing.
One tack out on starboard, one back in to port. The fishermen are starting to hit the water, and I saw a few sailboats as well. Miews was out there trolling a few lines off his stern.
My shoulder is still locking up from last Sunday's session at Mustangs, so I'm glad I can at least go sailing.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
sunday night
Trying to fall asleap now that it is DLST. Great sail Saturday with Lauralee. Watched the funeral procession of boats from Kings Point Military Academy. Water was smooth as liquid mercury,but we still sailed at 2-4 knots.
Today I surfed Long Beach with the Mustang crew. My shoulder will hurt for days. So worth it.
Today I surfed Long Beach with the Mustang crew. My shoulder will hurt for days. So worth it.
Monday, March 2, 2009
I woke this morning to 16 inches of snow. Spring may be around the corner, but winter Wants to make sure that I still respect her.
My timing was a little off this weekend. Saturday I took Segue out for a sail, [That's the third week in a row]. I expected a dieing Northerly, and that's just what I got. On my way out I cleared Plum Point with a 70% jib and a double reef in the main.
I went exploring around Hart and City Island. There where allot of boats still out on moorings there [curious]. After a few hours, the gusty breeze moderated. I shook out the reefs, and rolled out the jib to 135%. The angle of attack was perfect. Segue was fully powered up on a beam to broad reach, surfing the swell on her stern quarter. Her Speedo was reading 6.1 knots, but GPS had us at 7.0. That's important because Segue has a displacement hull. She does not plane; so is bound by her Theoretical Maximum Hull Speed = 1.34 * LWL1/2 .
Segue's LWL is 19.5. But when she is heeled, her overhangs stretch her to a little over 20 feet, making her Maximum Hull Speed probably under 6.5 knots. That means that while she was moving through the water at a speed of 6 knots, she was also surfing the moving swell, bringing her total speed over ground of 7 knots! How cool is that?
Sunday, we waited around all day for this Nor Easter to materialize. We kept ourselves busy posting vintage windsurfing photos of ourselves at LIWindfuring. I probably should have gone surfing. From what I hear it was perfect clean longboard waves. But I Waited for the Mysto to make an appearance at CIB. I'm sure it did last night at about one in the morning. But I was sound asleep; and it was snowing like hell.
Oh well... it's supposed to be in the 60's this weekend.
My timing was a little off this weekend. Saturday I took Segue out for a sail, [That's the third week in a row]. I expected a dieing Northerly, and that's just what I got. On my way out I cleared Plum Point with a 70% jib and a double reef in the main.
I went exploring around Hart and City Island. There where allot of boats still out on moorings there [curious]. After a few hours, the gusty breeze moderated. I shook out the reefs, and rolled out the jib to 135%. The angle of attack was perfect. Segue was fully powered up on a beam to broad reach, surfing the swell on her stern quarter. Her Speedo was reading 6.1 knots, but GPS had us at 7.0. That's important because Segue has a displacement hull. She does not plane; so is bound by her Theoretical Maximum Hull Speed = 1.34 * LWL1/2 .
Segue's LWL is 19.5. But when she is heeled, her overhangs stretch her to a little over 20 feet, making her Maximum Hull Speed probably under 6.5 knots. That means that while she was moving through the water at a speed of 6 knots, she was also surfing the moving swell, bringing her total speed over ground of 7 knots! How cool is that?
Sunday, we waited around all day for this Nor Easter to materialize. We kept ourselves busy posting vintage windsurfing photos of ourselves at LIWindfuring. I probably should have gone surfing. From what I hear it was perfect clean longboard waves. But I Waited for the Mysto to make an appearance at CIB. I'm sure it did last night at about one in the morning. But I was sound asleep; and it was snowing like hell.
Oh well... it's supposed to be in the 60's this weekend.
Monday, February 16, 2009
I think Spring is coming
Had a nice sail yesterday. I actually couldn't make up my mind. I had to choose sailing vs. windsurfing."Well La De Da" I wish all of lifes choices were as difficult.
The wind; still out of the NW was about 10, but gusting to the high teens. Turns out that the boat was a better choice. I started out with 100% Jib, and the first reef in the Main; [that means I could have clearly been on my 6.5]. As the day progressed I ended up with the full Jenny and Main. It was just gusty, and that would have been frustrating on a board. I know Andrew sailed the ocean at Long Beach. I wonder how he did.
I saw someone horseback riding on Half Moon Beach. How cool is that? Sands Point is so built up, I didn't even think that people still kept horses there. 15+ years ago, when I used to ride my bike there, you would see people riding, but I haven't, in at least 5 years.
There must have been a dozen Frostbiter's out. Also saw a few sail and powerboats, in addition to Garry on Winds of Change. We shared a great broad reach, from the eastern tip of Kings Point, to the buoy in front of Louie's.
As I docked at Gulfway, I heard the telltale sounds of folks getting their boats ready for launching.
I think Spring is coming.
The wind; still out of the NW was about 10, but gusting to the high teens. Turns out that the boat was a better choice. I started out with 100% Jib, and the first reef in the Main; [that means I could have clearly been on my 6.5]. As the day progressed I ended up with the full Jenny and Main. It was just gusty, and that would have been frustrating on a board. I know Andrew sailed the ocean at Long Beach. I wonder how he did.
I saw someone horseback riding on Half Moon Beach. How cool is that? Sands Point is so built up, I didn't even think that people still kept horses there. 15+ years ago, when I used to ride my bike there, you would see people riding, but I haven't, in at least 5 years.
There must have been a dozen Frostbiter's out. Also saw a few sail and powerboats, in addition to Garry on Winds of Change. We shared a great broad reach, from the eastern tip of Kings Point, to the buoy in front of Louie's.
As I docked at Gulfway, I heard the telltale sounds of folks getting their boats ready for launching.
I think Spring is coming.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Segue is free
Light breeze. 8 mph from the NW, with gusts to 12.
42 degrees, partly cloudy. Sailed to Execution Light and back. No pics. I was all alone. Saw one other sailboat, two duck hunters, and a barge.
Brook took some shots of Florian and Kevin at Towbay yesterday. Gusts were to 50. I'm kinda' glad I couldn't sneak out of work early. That surf looks pretty VAC.
The photo's below, are from last summer, on my parents boat, Malabar.
They blogged their sail down to Florida from Chatham last year.
42 degrees, partly cloudy. Sailed to Execution Light and back. No pics. I was all alone. Saw one other sailboat, two duck hunters, and a barge.
Brook took some shots of Florian and Kevin at Towbay yesterday. Gusts were to 50. I'm kinda' glad I couldn't sneak out of work early. That surf looks pretty VAC.
The photo's below, are from last summer, on my parents boat, Malabar.
They blogged their sail down to Florida from Chatham last year.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Feb 8
Sometimes a warm winters day isn't all it's cracked up to be. It's been pretty cold this winter. While that has been great for ice sailing; I still prefer soft water sailing. So when this weekends forecast was for the low 50's we couldn't help but get excited.
On Saturday I tried to take Segue for a sail, but could not get past the ice that blocked her path to the open water. Sunday the wind was expected to be NW, 15-20 with gusts to 25. So we were all pretty psyched. Kevin left me a voicemail the night before..."I'm going out early, and hitting this thing"
The problem as pointed out by Mustang Steve is that a cold north westerly might not touch down to sea level if it gets too warm. Too warm!
Well we did get to sail. But not all day. Early on site reports from Pete R. and Kevin O. on Gilgo, and West Meadow, were that both spots were not filling in. I received a call from Steve D reporting that Rich who was at CIB, was rigging a 5.0. But it didn't look hopeful. 20 minutes later he called again "I had to leave. My sailing window was only till noon, but now it looks like it's picking up again." “ I didn’t want you to miss a session because of me” The word was out. I headed for Centre Island Beach.
As I arrived I noticed I was driving behind Mustang, and Pete R. I didn't notice that Peter L, Florian and Brook were right behind me.
We all rigged 5 something’s and headed for the water. The first of us out had about a half hour to 45 minutes of sweet 5.5 wind, and hip high swell. Then it just stopped. You would not have been able to plane with a 7.0. Next the outgoing tide pulled all the water away. Since CIB is usually sailed on a Nor Easter, low tide is usually not a problem. The NE wind piles all the water up in the western sound. But now, with the wind shifted a little more west, the opposite was occurring. It looked like it just wasn’t going to happen. After a half hour of bullshitting on the beach, someone; I’m not sure who, made the call to go to Stehle.
Stehle doesn’t really have any waves. But it can be sailed in WSW through NE. Plus it has decent chop and swell. We all de-rigged as fast as we could,
It must have been quite a sight. A convoy of 10 trucks pull up. Out swarm 12 drysuit clad men. A mad rigging frenzy ensues. We are all rigged and out on the water, within 10 minutes. Blue Harbor Cat is snapping away to record the event. All is good. Until the wind starts to get sketchy again. It’s about 4:30 now so most of us pack up. It’s been a long day. For some of us, this is the third spot we have driven to in hopes of a session. As I get ready to leave I notice that Kevin is still out sailing. Sometimes on a Northwesterly, as the sun goes down, and cools the land you get a nice wind surge. And K dog is counting on that. But I never like to leave a man out solo. Especially in February.
I decide Kevin is competent enough to solo, and I start to leave. My cell phone rings, it’s Steve D. “Hey Frank, what size sail is Kevin on?”. “Where are you?” “You just drove right past me”. I turned back to find Steve hoping to get some sort of a session in before dark. I checked the back of Kevin’s car to confirm he was on a 5.8. Helped Steve rig his 5.6. and drove home knowing that they both would have a nice sunset session, and a full moon to de-rig by.
Here's one from BlueHarborCat.
Sometimes a warm winters day isn't all it's cracked up to be. It's been pretty cold this winter. While that has been great for ice sailing; I still prefer soft water sailing. So when this weekends forecast was for the low 50's we couldn't help but get excited.
On Saturday I tried to take Segue for a sail, but could not get past the ice that blocked her path to the open water. Sunday the wind was expected to be NW, 15-20 with gusts to 25. So we were all pretty psyched. Kevin left me a voicemail the night before..."I'm going out early, and hitting this thing"
The problem as pointed out by Mustang Steve is that a cold north westerly might not touch down to sea level if it gets too warm. Too warm!
Well we did get to sail. But not all day. Early on site reports from Pete R. and Kevin O. on Gilgo, and West Meadow, were that both spots were not filling in. I received a call from Steve D reporting that Rich who was at CIB, was rigging a 5.0. But it didn't look hopeful. 20 minutes later he called again "I had to leave. My sailing window was only till noon, but now it looks like it's picking up again." “ I didn’t want you to miss a session because of me” The word was out. I headed for Centre Island Beach.
As I arrived I noticed I was driving behind Mustang, and Pete R. I didn't notice that Peter L, Florian and Brook were right behind me.
We all rigged 5 something’s and headed for the water. The first of us out had about a half hour to 45 minutes of sweet 5.5 wind, and hip high swell. Then it just stopped. You would not have been able to plane with a 7.0. Next the outgoing tide pulled all the water away. Since CIB is usually sailed on a Nor Easter, low tide is usually not a problem. The NE wind piles all the water up in the western sound. But now, with the wind shifted a little more west, the opposite was occurring. It looked like it just wasn’t going to happen. After a half hour of bullshitting on the beach, someone; I’m not sure who, made the call to go to Stehle.
Stehle doesn’t really have any waves. But it can be sailed in WSW through NE. Plus it has decent chop and swell. We all de-rigged as fast as we could,
It must have been quite a sight. A convoy of 10 trucks pull up. Out swarm 12 drysuit clad men. A mad rigging frenzy ensues. We are all rigged and out on the water, within 10 minutes. Blue Harbor Cat is snapping away to record the event. All is good. Until the wind starts to get sketchy again. It’s about 4:30 now so most of us pack up. It’s been a long day. For some of us, this is the third spot we have driven to in hopes of a session. As I get ready to leave I notice that Kevin is still out sailing. Sometimes on a Northwesterly, as the sun goes down, and cools the land you get a nice wind surge. And K dog is counting on that. But I never like to leave a man out solo. Especially in February.
I decide Kevin is competent enough to solo, and I start to leave. My cell phone rings, it’s Steve D. “Hey Frank, what size sail is Kevin on?”. “Where are you?” “You just drove right past me”. I turned back to find Steve hoping to get some sort of a session in before dark. I checked the back of Kevin’s car to confirm he was on a 5.8. Helped Steve rig his 5.6. and drove home knowing that they both would have a nice sunset session, and a full moon to de-rig by.
Here's one from BlueHarborCat.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Open Ice
I tried to take Segue out for a sail yesterday. Her hull is totally free from ice. Her engine started up on the second pull. So while the water around the docks of Gulfway Marine are flowing freely, there is still an ice bottleneck at Sheet Creek's narrowest point. As I was removing the cover over the cockpit, Gary C. came by. He wanted to go out as well, but his Commander; Winds of Change only has his small two point something outboard. My Merc is a nine horse two stroke. I was glad to have the company of another competent Alberg sailor. Gary worked the bow with a boat hook, as we attempted to break through the ice.
Like a mini Shackleton, we could not get through it. The ice was maybe three inches thick, and spanned the 70 foot creek, shore to shore. Open water was literally 100 feet away. It was clear we would not be sailing.
Today I am headed to CIB. It is supposed to hit 50 degrees this afternoon, so I wont have to worry about icing. Also the North Westerly is expected to be 15 to 25; perfect for windsurfing. Segue will have to wait.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
More Ice shots
Here is some more pics and vid from Peconic Jeff
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcWSoTFR0gc
http://www.flickr.com/photos/peconicwindsurfer/sets/72157613265425443/
Plus, some Ice at the Puffin
http://www.peconicpuffin.com/the_peconic_puffin/2009/02/looks-like-lipstick-tastes-like-blood-my-face-goes-ice-sailing.html
And here we have some more Vid by Pete R
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKYGLG1ZImA
see ya'll soon.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcWSoTFR0gc
http://www.flickr.com/photos/peconicwindsurfer/sets/72157613265425443/
Plus, some Ice at the Puffin
http://www.peconicpuffin.com/the_peconic_puffin/2009/02/looks-like-lipstick-tastes-like-blood-my-face-goes-ice-sailing.html
And here we have some more Vid by Pete R
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKYGLG1ZImA
see ya'll soon.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
East meets west.
It was great to meet up with the Eastenders Saturday at Bellport. Some pic's by Steve D.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Finaly tested my new blades
The last time I followed Scott, Kevin, and Jeff, I ended up getting pounded in the shore break at RM5.
I was dying to try the new blades I had cut for my ice board. In fact I had already pulled into the parking lot at Lake Ronkonkoma when I read Scott's post that he was headed to Bellport with Kevin and Jeff. Bill was the only one out on the lake, and he was kiting. The surface didn't look that great.
After talking with Scott and Kev, I decided to drive the extra 25 minutes. And it was worth it. Best ice I've sailed in years. Ton's of people out. Skaters, South Bay Scooters, Skeeters, DN's, Freeskates, homebuilts, you name it. This was the place. Clean ice to Fire island and back. There were a few pressure ridges, and holes, but for the most part it was smooth sailing.
I've only seen those type of conditions maybe once every 5 years. So the aches and pains from all my wipeouts on the ice yesterday, are well worth it.
I was dying to try the new blades I had cut for my ice board. In fact I had already pulled into the parking lot at Lake Ronkonkoma when I read Scott's post that he was headed to Bellport with Kevin and Jeff. Bill was the only one out on the lake, and he was kiting. The surface didn't look that great.
After talking with Scott and Kev, I decided to drive the extra 25 minutes. And it was worth it. Best ice I've sailed in years. Ton's of people out. Skaters, South Bay Scooters, Skeeters, DN's, Freeskates, homebuilts, you name it. This was the place. Clean ice to Fire island and back. There were a few pressure ridges, and holes, but for the most part it was smooth sailing.
I've only seen those type of conditions maybe once every 5 years. So the aches and pains from all my wipeouts on the ice yesterday, are well worth it.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
How cold is too cold?
Both photos from yesterday, courtesy of Steve Domjan. Thank you Steve!
I missed all the ice sailing last week. It was cold enough, and those that hit the ice, said it was great. Ronkonkoma, as well as Bellport were sailable. Work, and the weather, kept me from any ice time. I did make a new set of blades though... My old set had about 8 inches of running surface. The new ones have about 12. I'll use them someday.
The ice really wasn't my friend this week. My way home from work found me stopping by Segue several times. While I would be chopping the ice that threatened to close her in... I would also be wishing that the ice out east was hard, thick and clean.
Yesterday, we had a nice warm and sunny day. Segue is free, in clean open water.
Today, we had a cold front zip in. The sun rose to 40 degrees, and 25 knots. As the day progressed, the mercury fell.
It is Saturday, so I was able to catch a nice session at CIB. I sailed a 5.0, and the JP 109 for roughly two hours. I'm glad I did. But I almost didn't. I had a hard time keeping my head clear. I was thinking too much. Did I make a big mistake at work? Should I have handled it differently? Is it too cold to sail? The temperature was 39 when I left the house; but now it's reading 33. Should I throw my self into this gybe? What if I fall in? The window on my sail looks funny; is it going to shatter from the cold?
Finaly, Rich talked me into sailing. "Your already here". And Pete helped me to stop thinking. "If you have to think about jybing, youv'e already missed it". My hands were a little cold. But there is nothing like a good soft water session to set everything right. For awhile anyway...
CIB usualy isn't good on a North Westerly; today it was perfect. Nicely powered from the beach, with hip to shoulder high swell. Yes!
Of course, after a few hours, I worried that the ice on my Ezzy was going to break the window, or my knee that's been aching all week. So I called it quits. And by the way, what's that funny rash on my belly? Did I remember to rinse my rash guard last time? When is the last time I changed the oil on the truck?
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