an infrequent repository of mostly new stuff
Surf video, with music soundtrack
When I arrived at Assateague, Tony had been surfing for four hours straight. Cold and tired, but happy. After he built his Melonseed, a sailboat, he built several beautiful wooden surfboards. In case you’ve forgotten, he still lives in Montana.
I know, right? Nearest big water is coming out of glaciers. Dude has a serious geography problem. And he makes maps for a living!
Beach Hut on Assateague
It’s a 6 hour drive from here to there, and it means running the gauntlet of Hampton Roads – through perpetual traffic congestion, rough roads, backups at bridges and tunnels. For a traffic wimp like me it’s harrowing at best, and at worst, when there’s an accident or just rush hour mayhem, it can add hours to the trip. Sometimes I leave in the middle of the night just so I can sneak through when everyone else is asleep.
Assateague Island, before Sandy
Wow, that was different.
Sunday through Wednesday were the best days of sailing I’ve ever had. Clear autumn sunshine, steady breezes, afternoons in the 80’s, good friends, etc..
But before I can get the photos up, an epic hurricane rolls in and buries everything under 4 feet of wind-driven storm surge, erasing it all.
. . . is everything.
I’ve been going through the photos and video from last week, prepping for a half dozen posts. Such a glorious few days: chilly enough for a campfire at night, but sunny and in the 80’s during the afternoons for shorts and t-shirts. Some of the best sailing I’ve ever had. Some great photos and nice video from the trip.
Strange to think that now, less than a week later, every place I stood on land, from Sunday night to Wednesday morning, is now under a raging torrent of water. And there’s a blizzard warning here. What?
More soon.
Nice way to start the day, third great day of sailing.
Postcards from the road.
Steady wind. Sunny skies. Not a bad Monday.
Postcard from the road.
Wow. Needed this.
postcards from the road