... any especially glowing reports from the south coast with some healthy skepticism.  Especially if they tell you it was all time at the Cape.   Or at the Rock.  Or the jetty.  Or maybe Greg was claiming it was mast high plus.  It was not.

   And maybe you were working or catching it local or on injured reserve.  Rest assured you picked a good season to be working or catching it local or being on injured reserve.  Good as it’s been, I’m confident in stating that for the most part, at least by local standards, the wavesailing has been rather hateful on the southern Oregon coast of late. The winds have been moody and cruel.  The red tide has been in since late April.  The Rock has had a monstrous rip running diagonally through the middle of the venue making it even more hectic than always.  Random chop at both margins, standing waves, dizzying currents,  ...  Even Sebastian seems to have issues as the more northerly direction of the winds lately don’t seem to agree with the topography of the Cape.  Hence we endure even more hectic winds than the place is famous for.  Whiskey Run is often almost sideshore though.  And sure I’ve picked off a few sessions at the Rogue jetty, but even there, the satisfaction has been fleeting.  The beatdowns have continued and I’ve walked a lot of beach.  For all the suffering, there has been a fairly steady diet of southwest swells.  Smallish for the most part, but fun.  Enough to get by on.  But mast high plus?   Oh please.   

    Another gift of these new weather patterns is that with less sailing, has come more progress on the action lists.  I’ve even managed to carve out some more time to work on “Windsurfing recycled” and look for more on that before too long as I go to work on phase three -- the shower curtain.  Now to redraw some fading text on the van, go after some rust, do some personal maintenance, figure out what to do for a big board, repair the 85 and maybe even post some fresh on the web site.

    Hey but they can’t say they didn’t get wind for the 10th annual Pistol River Wave Bash.  Which was especially welcome as it was feeling like the last one we’d be having, at least under the banner of the IWT.  We even had some waves there for awhile.  And I’m completely pleased to have survived it without further injury or embarrassment beyond not throwing down harder and being better prepared.   I do however have this crazy sequence to share from my first and most dialed in of my heats.  And I’m pretty sure that last shot was from a wave I rode from the watch rocks all the way to the beach that also probably went far to get me through to the next one.