I've got an interesting relationship with rush. its just so much closer to me and like 100% more relaxing commute that more often than not i find myself checking the sensors when i know Utah Lake is going to go off. Its just so easy- leave work at 5, rigged and on the water by 6:00 no problem. why do i continually torture myself with the allure of a easy ride evening with no crowds and a relaxing commute when i know there is a safe ride down south?
went home to pick up gear and the dog about 4:45 and checked the sensors after watching it build all afternoon- still reading north at lakepoint and rush is going off. pack up, drive I-80 and by the time i reach lakepoint again- no wind. in fact i think i see a puff of south. check the sensors and see that SLC airport is going strong north. its got to be a fluke, right? Billy at this point is talking in my head- "you can't ride unless you actually go to the beach. don't be that guy! be committed and keep going!" So i continue on. less and less wind. i get to rush to find one more car with a down kite and a slight texture on the lake. i stay committed and pump up and suit up anyway. well, i get enough puffs to ride like maybe 20 reaches on the surfboard and had like 5 on the small board and 13M Rev. looking back at the sensors and seeing the single digits- i'm surprised i rode.
the lake is really getting big. on the beach a few weeks ago i heard someone say its only going to fill in more. i thought it was wishful thinking, but it was not. the old road is under water, and the new road is incredibly muddy and i bet it boggs out next week. the only road left is the one up by the fence. to be exact, this is on the west side of the lake. i still haven't ventured on the south side. middle of the lake is solid waist to chest high.
