Scouting the Oregon coast today. Stoped at Manzanita, they say the place fires up when Portland gets hot, so let's see if something happens in the afternoon. Swell is small but that's fine, don't want to get my butt kicked my first time out.
Sunday update: So the wind showed up later on Friday, and Saturday I had stuff going on so I missed a killer day at Rooster. But today I scored at Jones! First time out there, 5.3 and 85 L, the place is weird, but works when the Gorge and the coast are dead.
I caught the fading nuke fest. It was one of those days when every hour you have to go get something bigger. Which was ok because I got to try a lot of gear combos. Started with 72 and 3.7, that board is so slick! It was 40 gusting to 45 and I was lit up, but the board handles so well it's amazing. By 1 the wind dropped to 35 so I went to the 86 liter Goya one. After the 72 liter, the 86 felt big and smooth, still love that board. Grand finale was 85 and 4.7, again lit up til it dropped to mid 20s so I called it a day.
Have you ever done something you are not exactly proud of in order to go windsurfing? My wife calls this "an unhealthy attitude towards windsurfing", which she says is what I have. I'll reflect on the things I've done, you reflect on yours, but I'm pretty sure that except for a few, I'd do them again for a great sesh, and I'm afraid so would you.
Great sesh at Rooster Rock, the Pearl of the West Columbia, where the Easterlies hit hard. The walk to the water through the pool of mud is well worth it.
Where's the water?
I ducked the crap out of my 6.5 today (didn't nail this one BTW)
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...