Sail a gale

From: Bob Galvan (kasplash@crl.com-DeleteThis)
Date: Mon Oct 06 1997 - 23:45:40 PDT


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From: Bob Galvan <kasplash@crl.com-DeleteThis>
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Subject: Sail a gale
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Tuba puts out, that's what Annie says.

where to begin? in the parking lot at 2:15?
I'm quaking in my boots, and I'm still wearing sandals. 3.3 or 2.9?

Here comes Team Forestville, "Are you scared yet? I am."
They're up for it.

Now appears Team Sacto, foaming at the mouth.
They shined Rio for Tuba.

and here comes the Turk, the other half of Team Corte Madera.
Turk has a 3.4, no problemo.

Inventory:
Steve ASD 8'8/4.0WindWing?
Brendan ?/3.5?
Chris HiTech Glass 8'8?/4.3 Spider
Annie HiTech Glass 7'8/3.3 Spider
Turk Mistral SLE twinzer/3.4 Spider
Bob ASD 8'2/3.3 Waddel SlurpSlam

I got spun around and slammed just walking down the trail,
and I was being careful!

Shorebreak was intimidating, but OK if you waited a bit. Outside, the
water was like a really rough road. Constant steering necessary to
negotiate the wildly dancing bumps. Wind was more westerly, making the
wave zone nearly dead upwind, so it was a struggle and an adventure
getting there, but all parties had sufficient adrenalin reserves to make
it. Tubamancha surf was just wild with chop, backwash, spray, sand, and
eelgrass. You had to actually ride the cross chop while on the face of the
"real" wave, and going out, you could get a boost from outgoing swells.
The E ticket was the fast thick, spume-spewing sand-sucking shorebreak,
head high, with just enough water in front to make the power-drop possible.
Everybody got some, got it good, but jumping was out of the question -
too much bumping going on.

Then we did the downwinder...
"Banking of off the northwest wind,
 Sailing on a summer breeze,
 Skipping over the ocean like a stone"

Yahoo. Good as it gets. Words fail me.

and no damage.

A salute to a great season and to all my great surf buddies.
I am truly stoked,
the Tubameister

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