by Carl Christensen » Sat Aug 18, 2007 3:40 pm
Puffy fun for everyone. What kinds of speeds did you get Josh?
Just when a 3.7 was starting to feel comfy day after day in HR I had to come back and readjust to bigger gear. It threw me for a loop. Things started getting back on track after a bit though. Still, it was by far the highest crash per jibe ratio I've had in some time. And yes, Dimitri was arcing nicely, nice and smooth. You know, the thought crossed my mind that he has done this before. Grant looked good too. Actually, we all did, and a good time was had by all although the rocky beach sure comes up at you fast out there. The levee comes up even faster depending on which part of the puff you are juicing at that particular instant in warped space-time. It's probably good there weren't too many of us but yes, we did play pretty well with others. BTW, Was that video or stills you guys were shooting?
Getting it in Utah reminded me that you have to be determined. First, I had to get up early on a Saturday morning, not usually in line with my constitution. Then, my old Plymouth threw a belt at SaltAir and I had to call Kaerli to come rescue me from the side of I-80. By the time she got there I convinced her that, as long as she'd come that far, she might want to see the little pond on the far side of Grantsville, just to get the lay of the land. The spare belt went on in relatively short order but there's nothing like lying on your back on sharp rocks at the shoulder of the road trying to squeeze under a hot, greasy, and yes, a little bit drippy old V6. It was mostly done by the time she arrived but driving on would have meant risking another failure even further from SLC. So I chose 2 sails, one board and no sunglasses or downhaul crank (sailing over powered with no real downhaul tension was a moderately unpleasant blast from the past), and wedged them into her Audi abandoning the vast majority of my sails, booms, masts, gear and the van on the side of the road while we went on. In short, I was compromised but without her there would have been no sailing for me today. What a peach.
We walked around a bit by the GSL marina on the way back before limping the van back to SLC. I showed her where the lake used to be, and we got to breath some organic matter.
Carl C.