Pete

It’s not every day you find a sailing partner like Pete. He’s not just a competent sailor: he just keeps getting better. And for guys our age, that’s impressive. His son is becoming pretty damn good as well. Pete is more than a Family man, Master Carpenter, Master Board Repairman, and multiple job holder.

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.



Thanks Pete

Ice sailing

Pete in big the big stuf.

Logo high, for sure.

Air Pete