Coyote Sunday

From: Ken Poulton (poulton@zonker.hpl.hp.com-DeleteThis)
Date: Sun Dec 31 1995 - 23:23:48 PST


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============ Sun 31 Dec 95 - Coyote - 6.0/9'1 (190#)

I went outside to put bikes on the car for a family bike trip and
noticed "Hey, it's windy". I logged in, found 18 knots and predictions
for more and suggested to Kate that maybe another day would be better
for biking. She saw the crazed gleam in my eye and just said, "Sure, go
windsurfing."

Michael got a similarly understanding sendoff (Wyn even helped him pack
the car) and we met at Coyote. It seemed like less on the beach than
the 20g25 knots that SFO reported for the 1:00 and 2:00 reports, so I
rigged 6.0/9'1, Michael did 5.4/8'10 (160#). This turned out to be the
right call - we sailed powered up almost from the beach. Rigging took
longer than usual: "Which extension do I use for this mast?" "How do I
lace the downhaul?" "How do I zip this wetsuit up??". My sailing was
kind of rusty, too - I dropped over half my jibes. Michael, on the
other hand, stayed dry the whole session.

After about an hour, the wind started dropping. I hoped it would pick
back up, but thin fog was coming in low across the water - a good sign
of impending shutdown. We headed in, and I hoped I could make it back
in on a plane in the light air. Then I hoped I could get to the launch
beach at all. Then I was hoping I could make it back to the downwind
end of the beach. Then I started hoping I could just avoid bashing
my board on the rocks below the restaurant. This last wish I did manage
to fulfill. Oh well, it was a nice day for a Walk of Shame, and a
heck of a pleasant day for sailing in the middle of winter.

Ken Poulton
poulton@opus.hpl.hp.com-DeleteThis

"The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things.
Of shoes, of ships, of sealing wax, of cabbages and kings.
And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings."
                        -- Alice Through the Looking Glass, by Lewis Carroll



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