I remember debating for a while over whether or not I should purchase a 3.7. Rio Vista is a windy place, and I sailed 5.0 or better every day, yet never too much for a 4.2 with my wave board, even in the Gorge the 3.7 came out only a handful of times. Yet as I prepared to leave California to move to New York, I couldn't help but think my quiver was incomplete without something small, and as I stood on the rocky sand at West Meadow watching overhead rollers breaking as far as the eye could see with 40knot gusts rushing over the foamy water, I laughed.
From the start I was juiced, even with my smallest gear. In an attempted to own the day I lined up a back loop ramp just a few yards from the beach, over rotating and swimming after my gear. Within twenty minutes of bailed airs and long swims I was out of breathe on the beach. Mike Burns showed up and gave it a go, but within 15 minutes he was derigging and off to the training grounds, in hopes of lighter air and flatter water. Mike Colombo came down from Connecticut rigged a 3.3, and was perfectly powered. I gained my breath and we sailed for another hour before reaching total exhaustion, ducking through huge waves that spit spray in your face just as they were about to break, thinking that even if today was the only day I used my new sail, it was worth it.
Hi, my name is Jon Sassone and I'm addicted to windsurfing. I've been hooked for over half my life now and everyday I crave more. My blog is dedicated to anyone with any interest in this sport at all, I hope it brings good into your life the way it has with mine.