Amy and I arrived at Sherman around 5 O'clock to find Alex lit up on his 4.0. This was a pleasant surprise, as I was sure the strong winds would die off by the time we got to there. Fortunately, I was wrong. The wind was still very strong and I was surprised to see Amy pull out her 4.2 and not 3.7, but since she started sailing a smaller board I shrugged it off. She hit the water and took off like a bat out of hell, and she stuck it out for a while until the gusts started reaching into the mid 30's. By the time she got into the beach she was exhausted, but a huge smile stretched across her face.