Friday at Pt. Isabel

Date: Sat Jul 04 1998 - 09:36:41 PDT

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Went to Larkspur per the pager positive numbers.
On the drive over noticed that Pt. Isabel looked
pretty good. Hmmm, isn't there a saying 'never
leave wind to find wind'? Well, I want to sail
with Joani and she likes Larkspur, drive on.

Sure enough when we get to the mud hole
it is barely blowing. One guy on race gear
seams to make it out to the wind line and has
to milk it to plane up. No thanks.

My cool/understanding/hot/smart wife says,
hey babe, why don't you scoot over to Isabel,
get some sailing done and meet us in Ten.
Valley later. I am one lucky guy. 15 minutes
later I am rigging. 6.2/9'4"(207#), plane off
the beach. Solid wind all they way to the island.
At the island, the wind is a solid 5.7/5.2. The
direction of the wind made the water really flat
by the island - awesome for screaming duck
jibes, laydowns, tack practice, etc.

A solid 2.5 hr. session; could have sailed longer,
but wanted to be considerate to Joani. Two beers
later I find myself watching the sunset in Ten.
Valley with a hot woman - life does not get any better.

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