by Chris G » Wed Nov 02, 2011 2:30 pm
It was weird to drive down to Lincoln through nuking winds and get within a mile to see the flags hanging down. The water at Lincoln was like a mirror, and there was a slight breeze from the south. I drove around the point and looked at the lake. I could see that SSB was capping. I called Billy who was on his way and he stopped at SSB and reported 8M conditions. Brad S. was the only other person at Lincoln. We headed to SSB.
I flew 7 with a twin tip. At times I wished I had pumped the 9 but with a setting sun I didn't think the investment was worth the reward. There was a west component to the wind while we were riding, but the swell was from the North which made port side tack unreal for popping off the swell tops. There were a lot of low hanging clouds and weird formations all around which reflected the sunlight into colors that made the scenery grand. The water was cold, and as such it was attracted to my unprotected face. Splashes were annoying, and headers into the water after blown jump landings were worthy of profanity.
I stopped riding when the sun went down because I realized my fingers were numb. When I removed my gloves I noticed that along with numb they were also swollen and white. The pins and needles that followed were worse than the cold.
It was a great session shared by 4 riders. Probably my farewell to water until spring (unless Sand Hollow looks like it will fire). Hopefully the snow makes its way quickly.
-Chris