Utah Windriders Association

Hi. My name is Tom and I am an addict. Usually when a forecast as sweet as last Saturday's Grantville lies to you once, you kiss it off and don't go back—but the wind whore that I am sent me yearning this morning. 5:45 am-11mph, 6:00am--14mpg, 6:15am—19mph—like Saturday morning I hopped in the car and headed west. Bad signs on the way out. I didn't see any leaves rustle until the Grantsville power station right before the reservoir. Arrived at 7:30 rigged 7.5, and sailed overpowered alone until George W. arrived. Rigged down to 6.2 and sailed until the wind died at 10 am. She might lie to you once, but she is sweet enough to bring you crawling back.

Tom,

I can't tell you how many times I have gone to Grants where there is no sign of wind until you see the Willow trees rustling in the wind when you make the left off of Grantsville's main drag.

Fellow Wind Addict,

Kenny

whore.

good for you.