Naturally, pops and I hustled down to the beach as fast as we could. There was no sign of the mystery windsurfers anymore, but there was still some side-off breeze. We rigged up 7.8 and 6.6 msq sails for our respective longboards and set out. Though the winds were marginal for planing, there was a big, smooth swell making things interesting. A squall started looming towards the end of the session so we quit before too long. It was fun, though.




3 comments:
It's great you sail with you dad. Mine taught me how to sail back i nthe day, and I am working on getting him "on board". That last picture is great.
James, those are stunning photos
tt926- Yeah, windsurfing is a special thing to share. I get sentimental reminiscing about the old days when dad taught me how to sail, and I love being able to still windsurf with him.
George- Thanks, man. :)
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