Such a weird day yesterday. Got to Doug's at about 10 and it was already honking. The wind had a lot of North in it so launching on 3.4/72 was tricky. Once you got to the mid section you could feel the power. When you got to the Oregon side you got blown off the water. By noon I retreated to the Hatch, where it was 3.7 but gusty as hell. Ended up at 4 or so on 4.7, but never I felt dialed in.
On a sad note, a SUPer is missing, he was last seen at the Hatch, his board was recovered. Hope he's well.
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...