the end of the world

Well, it’s the first day after the rapture, or as some as you know it the end of the world.

My knee is still pretty tender. I’m not sure if it is over use, or if I really twisted something up. Meanwhile I have been surfing and sailing. I even launched from MICA one night, thanks to Matt Meyran and the Port Water Taxi. Nothing epic to report; it’s the end of May and I am still in a 5/4. Most of my sessions have been in the rain. Not that that is a bad thing…The alternative would be crowds, lack of access, and mega allergies. Access is going to be a problem this year; the fishermen are in a pissing contest with the surfers, the beach front home owners, the windsurfers, kayakers, SUP’ers, the kiters, and the soccer moms. The surfers are in a pissing contest within themselves. It’s like freaking High school. Everybody thinks they own the beach. I’m just tired.

I think about my brother a lot. Now he has a freaking reason to be tired.

The Windsurfing Magazine issue from the Hatteras board tests came out. Since it was raining, cold, and I was praying to the porcelain god each day. There are no sailing shots of me.  It looks like the second week had some wind and sun, Good for them.

My favorite part of the Magazine is the shoot of Jon S saluting a guy who kept cutting him off during a photo shoot.

It also looks like Josh Angullo will actually be attending the East Coast Windsurfing Fest this June. That’s pretty cool, Mike Burns has been putting this event together for years. We’ve had sailors from as far away as Canada and Bonair: now we will have a World Champion from  Cabo Verde.

It’s a good year for water sports here on the island. The NYS Parks Commission has announced some expanded access, we will have a rock star at the ECWF, and the Quicksilver Pro Surfing competition is expected to draw 400,000 to 600,000 people to Long Beach this Fall. I even here there is a Million dollar purse.