The forecast data was conflicting, once again, which fueled up all sorts of speculations among the Midwest wind chimps. Some said it was going to be on, some said don't bother. I thought we had 50/50 chance, so by 1 PM I packed my stuff and headed to the beach. We ended up with a whole afternoon of 5.2 and 5 footers rolling in at Montrose.
Sometimes you win, sometimes you loose, but you always come back.
I started windsurfing as an excuse to visit my brother in Tarifa, Gibraltar, his usual windsurfing spot. The moment I stepped on a board I was hooked. I love windsurfing because it's fun, it took me to amazing places, and because I met wonderful people through the sport.
This is my story, I hope you enjoy it...