Alissa's WindLog for Thursday July 24, 2008

63rd session in 2008
Sailed at JP Luby's, TX
Wind from the SE (mph)
        Average: 22
Rated a 9 of 10

Board: mistral syncro fish '06 77
Sail: 4.7 Worldsail surge, 5.2 Worldsail '05
Suit: rash guard

I spent all day waiting for the rain to clear and for the wind to drop from the upper 30s to more manageable levels. Tamay and Matt called about going to St. Joe but I was not up for all the time committment and logistics, as fun as it sounded (and was). I stuck it out at work til after lunch, then it had dropped to mid 20s and I was ready to get out there before things got too light.

I had heard the Packery entrance was closed, but I took that with a grain of salt. I figured there must be a way around that, or it would be open by the time I went out anyway. Not so. I spent an HOUR driving from one gulf access site to another and finding them all closed. I was trying to sneak in a session  and get back to work, and plus I'd planned exactly when I wanted to catch the wind, so before long my consternation was turning to anger, and that's not something I feel often. I think it's ridiculous that the stupid city can close the beach....much less the day AFTER the storm, when some of these places were open yesterday DURING the storm. ...which was not even nearly a hurricane here. Where is the logic? Why do we pay for that stupid little sticker? To access the beach. Why do we pay taxes? To maintain and be able to use the beach....and the maintenence out there is questionable at best, even in fine weather. Plus, aggravating me even more the city still had those stupid burn ban signs posted. After like a foot of rain. And of course the color coded water quality signs are still all green while the bay and even gulf probably have more crap in them than even the stupid sewer system does. Anyway that's enough complaining. Bill and I already had about 7 phone calls back and forth getting it out of our system.

I still needed to get out some aggression, though, so rather than go back to the office I sailed at the laguna freakin' madre just to get it out of my system. That was look on the bright side I got lots of practice on the weed-clearing chop hop and the defensive jump jibe in a foot of water. That got old pretty quickly, so then I really was leaving to go back to work. I had gotten my skirt on, shirt buttoned, and my hair smoothed, when Bill called again. We decided we'd go back to the seawall and just walk our gear from the street or wherever. But when I got there the lot had opened...and looking acrosss I saw cars at Packery, so that had opened too. I got back in the car and booked it over there. It felt really light and marginal, but after so much daydreaming and driving, not rigging was out of the question. Plus I'm really super comfortable there, so I was looking forward to being in my element. Luckily for me Florence showed up while I was rigging and commented on my stubby freestyle fin...without her I would  have forgotten to put in the wave fin.

Conditions themselves were fun but really not memorable. Big, yeah, and that's always fun, and very forgiving--I didn't fall even once in the shorebreak. But the waves were a mess--literally the color of hot chocolate and fairly full of weeds. Once I was crusing in about to start carving on the last set when my fin got so clogged I had to let it all go by and was lucky I didn't wipe out to boot. There were some good back loop ramps, but I wasn't about to try anything a couple miles from my car and being the only one on the water (Bill had gone in,  tired after so much looping, and the others were in various stages of rigging). Current still pretty strong. Generally big waves and a lot of hoopla but not a lot of good riding to show for it. By taking rides I would traded off by having to walk. I hate when that happens. too much onshore I guess. Oh well I got my session and completed the pre-, during and post- hurricane trifecta of sailing days. Today was like the icing on the cake, the easy cruising day after two days of thrilling weather and hard sailing. Life is truly sweet.