grouchy birds
in lieu of an anchor
key bridge data
no race for you
Seems like, lately, every week when I get a chance to be on the water, there's a gale warning. I got to PSA around 11:15 and did a chore I'd been putting off for a while, e.g., inserting 2 pressure treated 2x6's under the winch that pulls the i550 out of the creek. Of course, this took a lot longer than I had anticipated, such is doing any boat-related chore.
Decided to kayak to the back end of the creek to eat lunch. Ticket to fighting 15-20, puffs to 30+, was stick real close to shore and paddle like crazy when crossing any exposed places. A paddle hooked into a fallen cedar was sufficient to hold still and chow down for 15 minutes. Then I decided to tuck into the very back of the creek. A mating pair of osrey were not welcoming and created quite a racket.
Next was get to Incommunicado for the first MRSA WNR for us (we did RC last week). I always marvel at how the first race is always ALWAYS in 15-25, puffs to 30. And that would've been the ticket for last night, except MRSA wisely called off the race. Doing so, you always hear from at least one boat that second-guesses the RC. And as luck would have it, the breeze did lay down, pretty much, for the hours in which we'd have been on the course. But then it built again with gusts into the low and mid 30s.
Look, it's a Wednesday Night PHRF race. Why run the risk of someone getting hurt, or worse, for a week night handicap race?
It just isn't worth it. Good call MRSA.