Monday, December 27, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Until yesterday; when we all got an early Christmas present. We sailed West Neck in 4.2 to 5.5 conditions during an outgoing tide. Just beautiful. All the photo's are by Brook so he isn't in any of them. And I am still in search of a simple Windows based video editing program for my GoPro. Not that it would have mattered any way. Visibility was zero during the frequent snow squalls that would blast through. But it was warm enough that we didn't have to contend with ice. In attendance were Rich, Florian, George, Brook, Mustang, and myself. Dommer showed up: but too late for a safe session.
|Florian on the way out. I'm the tiny orange sail on the other side. I think the red one is Rich.|
|Flo goes for air|
|George, carving hard|
|I'm the tiny sail on the left. George is on the right.|
Friday, December 17, 2010
So Sunday morning I woke up from my three hour sleep in a good deal of pain.
I was excited about sailing on Sunday. The forecast was for 20 to 57 MPH out of the South East. And it was expected to be warm. [relatively, anyway]. High 40’s. My new drysuit had arrived on Friday, and I probably would not end up needing gloves.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
I pulled off the LIE at exit 62 and went north to Da meadow. I arrived to a disappointing sailor, alternating up and down between fully powered, and under powered on his 6.2. He was on the outside.
In the flats Jon & Mike were planing on their 5 inch fins, big flat freestyle boards and high 5 sails. I wanted to sail; so I rigged my 6.9 Ezzy, and the 125 ltr Angullo. I was powered from the start. Then as the sun moved closer and closer to the horizon; the wind speed increased. [I am getting just too much practice sailing overpowered!]. Again, we only had about one hour of sunlight left as the wind went ballistic. Not enough time to walk all the way back in, [yes, walk]; I don't feel like breaking another board on the sand bars; thank you. As it was; I did hit bottom once, and was treated to a ride over the handlebars. And that was WITH a weed fin. The only kind you should use at WM, unless you have an unlimited bank account.
So, I down, and out, hauled my 6.9 till the leach was so lose, David Ezzy would have had a coronary...and I sailed till I could see no more.
God, I love this time of year. My only complaint would be Sunset at 4:28. If it wasn't for the short early days...Steve and I would be sailing right now.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
is by Jeff S. aka Peconic Jeff. Mike as usual does a great job of chronicling their days adventure at Tiana at http://www.peconicpuffin.com/the_peconic_puffin/2010/11/oh-tiana.html
I figured I would wait till later in the day and sail West Meadow on the wind and tide switch. But I kept getting these great reports from Brook at Beach X. We are Windsurfers. So, in the eyes of the State Parks Department we are not Surfers. Therefore, Windsurfing is prohibited from the ocean at Robert Moses State Park. We could have launched from Overlook and legally sailed three quarters of a mile in open ocean to Democrat Point… But Beach X has a safer, closer to the break launch, with little shore break.
“I was going to go to West Meadow or Tiana. My shoulder is acting up. Do you think I can handle it?” was my question. “Of course you can” was my answer.
Brook was right. Beach X was great. Not perfect, but great, warm, no gloves backside to DTL wave sailing. In other words: Windsurfing. Thank you Brook.
Oh yea, and sitting here in the office today...While it's blowing 25-30 out of the NW all day, and it's sunny, and warm. It's killin' me!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
It always seems to be windy when I’m working. And I always seem to be injured when it’s going off.
Life has me pretty stressed right now. I’m not built to deal with stress: I barely sleep, and only with the help of sleeping pills.
I seem to be working all the time. And it always seems to be windy and warm when I'm at work.
I am missing the things I want to do; so I can pay the bills for things I don't need.
I missed Monday’s meeting with the State. Instead; I was here at work dealing with those things that will seem unimportant on my death bed.
I don't even have time for my family. When you don't come home from work till 7:30, then fall asleep on the couch at 8:00; that's not much of a family life. I will not even have the time to make the trek to Chatham to see my Parents for Thanksgiving this year.
This is the time of year I should be going to the gym regularly, to rehab the damage I do to my aging body. I can’t slack off on that. Besides, it's kinda' hard to do an after work session in the dark, so I should actually have the time for rehab now. But I'm not even doing that. Instead I'm up at 4:00 doing this.
Something has got to give. I'm just too close to the edge. I can’t keep up this schedule much longer...
So while we go through this stressful time of year. I thought I'd share a few of the sunsets. The Camera phone doesn't do the greatest job; But it is enough. Some are from a sail I had the other night with LL; some from my night with Phil, and the others just various nights the last few months.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
http://www.newsday.com/long-island/towns/long-island-now-1.1732330/state-aims-to-temper-dispute-over-access-to-li-beaches-1.2463845Long Island Now
State aims to temper dispute over access to LI beaches
Monday November 15, 2010 4:47 PM By Erin Geismar
The New York State Department of Parks, with a new chairman at the helm, is taking on a long-running dispute over Long Island beach access.
Members of the Long Island Beach Access Group and the New York State Parks - Fishing Advisory Board filled the seats at the parks department commissioner’s meeting at Belmont Lake State Park on Monday and gave opposing views of the trouble between surfers and anglers at beaches across the Island.
Bill Muller, an advisory board member, complained that surfing and fishing were not compatible activities and that fishermen felt they were being pushed off the beach.
Jack Riordan, of Long Island Beach Access Group, said surfers have been made to feel like “second-class citizens,” and that they deserve equal access to the beach.
It was not the first time the groups have approached the parks department for a solution, but Chairman Bryan Erwin said during his first meeting in the position that it would be his “winter project” to fix the problem.
Erwin asked both groups for a concise list of grievances, and the commissioners voted to form a sub-committee to review the issues and how they might be able to address them.
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Thursday, November 11, 2010
But that’s not why I like Pete. I like him because even if he has been out surfing or sailing all day…if I show up to the beach late because I’ve been working all day and would have to go out on a solo session…Pete will rig up and still go out with me. I’d be too exhausted to do that. I don’t know how he does it?
As you know; I’ve been nursing my left elbow the last week or so. A steroid shot kept me side lined over Halloween’s howling winds. [A day on Segue with Phil, had to do for that day.] Pete and I have been known to have been the catalyst for toxic death of the wind. He and I at the same launch at the same time has killed the wind on more than a few occasions. Yet to spite all that when I showed up at CIB on Sunday afternoon, in desperate need of a sail. Pete still rigged up and went sailing with me. Even though he had be surfing all day.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
This is what I missed
But Phil and I managed some time on the water. He chronicled it here on his Blog.
While it's nice to be ON the water...
I'll be back IN the water, soon.
Friday, October 29, 2010
In other news: last Friday was an outstanding West Meadow day again. I was able to sail my 90 ltr Syncro, and 5.0 all afternoon. Though I probably should have been on my 4.7. I aggravated my tendinitis to such an extent, that I had to get another cortisone shot. so you guys will have to windsurf with out me this weekend. I'll be out on Segue.
Lastly; the Fall Bass run is moving West.
So I figured I would show some action shots of these hearty fishermen in action.
Wait a second; no one is fishing. And why do you need a five ton truck to cart your fishing gear? Surfers have to carry their boards that same mile and a half stretch each way to reach that same section of beach? Why are the "Soccer Mom's" and other user groups... people who are not 100% fishermen prohibited from using these beaches? I couldn't possibly carry all my windsurfing gear a mile and a half each way. It's a good thing I can sail there via the Fire Island Inlet.
Something smells fishy here.
Dear NYS Parks Department
We are not simply looking for surfing access. We are attempting to right a wrong. The State of NY has created a special class of beach user with the exclusive right to access certain choice beaches. Beaches the general public are prohibited from using. And that is against the very charter of the State, and the very reason NYS Parks System exists in the first place.
The whole idea of the NYS Parks System was to create access to nature for everyone. Not just the special people; but EVERYONE.
WE the PEOPLE: NOT just a SELECT FEW.
The citizens of NYS
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
See Steve Dommer's pics at
The Kites were out too. But a friend of mine managed to cut his hand pretty badly on his lines. And he is one of the better kiters I know...so I think I'll stick to windsurfing.
He also has some from Saturday's 5.0-5.5 session at West Neck. God I love the Fall.
BlueharborCat also took some pics on Saturday at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LongIslandWindsurfer/photos/album/828932708/pic/list
I cant copy Steve's photo's but here are two of my favorites from Saturday by Blue
DUH! How many of my tax dollars did it take for you to figure that out? I keep a public diary. Isn't this supposed to be under lock and key? Hidden under my mattress. What the hell are you all doing in my bedroom anyway?
Back to the matter at hand. Bragging and public complaining.
On Saturday October 9th I did indeed clean the bottom of my boat,[and my father's before me];Segue. A light putty knife, and scotchbrite pad were all I really needed.
The new ablative paint I have been using the last few years works very well. I wore a pair of prescription swim goggles and my Boogie Board fins. So lord knows what toxins I ingested in my little exercise.
The thing is. I used to be able to just beach her at high tide; wipe her down; and roll on a new fresh layer of bottom paint at low tide. Than I would just float her back to her mooring at high tide again. This saves me about $750 a season in crane time, hauling, bottom paint, and labor cost. Mind you, I still have her professionally hauled out every two years or so; but I just did that last October 2009. Why am I bothering you with this? Well other than the fact that I pride myself on being self sufficient...my Yacht Club changed the rules on me mid season.
With out any warning, announcement or vote; and even though it clearly states in this seasons 2010 roster that I can "lose my reservation to beach my boat if I am not ready at the beaching area at least 1/2 hour before high tide"; someone decided I can no longer avail myself of this privilege. Hell, the right to beach my boat, and do my own work was one of the reasons I chose this Club in the first place. The North Shore Yacht Club is one of long island sounds oldest continuing Yacht clubs. It has always been the more inexpensive alternative to the grander Clubs on Manhassett Bay. A "real Sailors club"; no swimming pool or bar tab here. Just the way I like it. Or liked it. Our shoreline is becoming infested with McMansions, every season more boat yards get pushed out of business, and even the grand Knickerbocker Yacht Club went belly up this year. And so it seems that yet again, I have become the grumpy old man longing for the "old Days", when seamanship mattered; not the size of your wallet.
Part Two: The good part.
On Sunday Lauralee and I at the urging of Peconic Jeff or peconicwindsurfer
Michael Alex, whom I had not really sailed with in 15+ years. He posted our exploits on his now famous Peconic Puffin.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
What is left of the beach at The Old Coast Guard Station.
No great pictures, nothing spectacular to report. Work has been a bitch lately. That along with the fact that the sun is setting early and earlier, has put a crimp in my late shift sessions.
Since my “incident” with the NYS Parks Police at RM3, I’ve been able to secure a Surfing Permit for fields 3,4, and this year field 2. This is important because RM2 is closing soon due to budget cuts; and it is a long walk to Demo from field 5. I couldn’t get the State to agree to extent the permit through April 15. That bothers me; we are allowed to surf Demo from Jan 1 to April 15; no one uses those lots that time of year; but we can’t park there because the fisherman will be pissed! Well I’m a fisherman; and I have no problem.
Enough negative vibes! Although I missed some great days recently…I’ve enjoyed some great sailing and surfing as well. I hope you have been able to take advantage of this great Fall season. I’ve been reading and hearing about some truly great days.
9/19 After making the best of a sunny slow day; I managed a little Segue time from .
9/21 Another after work sail from 4-7. The forecasters totally missed this one. I could have been on a 6.0 easily.
9/24 A really warm evening sail on Segue.
9/26 Surfed a dawn patrol with Brook and Mustang. Then I came home and went sailing with Lauralee all afternoon.
10/2 Sailed West Meadow Dawn Patrol with some Kiters. The wind was light, and I actually rigged my 8.5. Came home and sailed Segue with the wife.
10/4 Monday night; Pete, Dommer and I had a great NE Mysto session at CIB. Pete was a little jaded since this was like his 5th day sailing in a row, and he had sailed the ocean that morning. But I count it as one of my top ten CIB days. Fully powered 5.5 on the 110 RRD. Waist to head high swell; back side on Starboard, but DTL on Port.\
9/8 Last night I had a great nighttime sail on Seque. It was blowing 10-15 out of the WNW, and the visibility was good. Sailed from 6 till . Took me three attempts to hit my mooring. My depth perception is not what it once was in the dark. Plus the lights from shore kept obscuring my pick up buoy; even with a glow stick tied to it.
Well, I’m off to clean my waterline…Hope you all have a great weekend.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Brewster in the blue, I am in the green
It was an Ezzy day. Brew in Blue. Me in Green.
I guess I was taking off, or landing?
Gotta' love the carve!
All images courtesy of Blueharborcat. Thanks
Sailed Stehle Wed with Pete R, Brewster, Joe Elvis, Upwind Mike and (I'm sorry I don't know the name of the guy in the car with the "windsurfer" plates). Sails ranged from mid 5's to 6.9. I sailed the 6.3 Ezzy Wave, and the 110 ltr RRD on a 9 ½” Weed Wave. Lots of ramps, lots of swell, mostly powered.
It was a nice night of sailing; especially for one that was not forecast.
I spent last night after I went to the gym glassing the rail on my Fish. I thought I was done with it: I had finished wet sanding the tail, and was going to wax it up for Igor, when I discovered the crushed rail. It must have been hidden under all the surf wax. It would have been easier to have just stripped the whole board and just re glassed the whole rail. But it's too late now, and I will probably have some decent swell this weekend.
Shame I'm going to miss tonight. - just can't go two days in a row. I have to let my body heal. At my age it takes at least 48 hours. Well at least I can get some work done. Business has been really tough lately. And hopefully, the wind will hold till Friday afternoon. It’s already starting to crank outside now. Hope you get some…
Sunday, September 12, 2010
No buddy system: just me.
I got a text from Phil that he was heading to the ocean for a sail or [if the wind didn’t come up] a surf. I was busy, all day; I even forgot to eat. So at when I saw the wind come up, I just wanted to go.
I tried to text Phil, but saw on LIwindsurfer that Sasha was powered up at Heckscher on a mid six sail. So I decided to go for the sure thing. I later discovered that Phil had a great ocean session; so I wish I had gone to Gilgo with him. But by the time I found that out, I was on my way home.
I arrived at Heckscher at . I saw everyone was on 6.5ish sails, so I rigged my 6.9 Ezzy, and the 125 ltr Sumo. I was way powered, to overpowered in the gusts. I thought of going back in and switching boards, but I didn’t want to waste the time. It gets dark shortly after ; so I knew it was now or never. After about an hour, I realized that everyone had left, and gone home. I was alone in the
And I thought…Sailing alone at dusk is dangerous. But not nearly as dangerous as continuing to work across the street from the former World Trade Center after 911. I’m sure people who saw me from shore might have thought, “what is that guy doing, sailing out there all by himself, in the rain?”, “that’s crazy”. No. I think watching the progress at Ground Zero from my office window…that was crazy. I didn’t know any better. I thought I was doing my part, if I didn’t, I was told, ”the terrorists will win”. So I went to work every day. Wiped down the 1/8 inch of dust that would accumulate on my desk each night. And what was the point? We didn’t even have working telephones. I had a $1,500 cell phone bill for 3 straight months. Yes my company paid it; but that’s crazy.
Watching the snipers on the roof when I bought my egg and cheese an a roll each morning; that’s crazy. Breathing air that’s not safe, when your Government tells you it is; that’s crazy. I always used to get Tonsillitis if I had a cold that dragged on too long. Now, I get a sinus infection every year. And I have a friend who gets chronic pneumonia. What was the point.
In 2006 I found work here on the
I didn’t see the towers fall. I felt it. I smelled it. I breathed in the souls of 3,000 people. I’ve never published these photos, shot from my office window before.
So danger and crazy is all relative. I am only happy when I am in the water. No time to think; just act; just be. I’m glad I’m alive. But I need to live…I need to remember, how to live...
I will never forget.