Larry Goolsby
01/21/06 #990
Only 5 of us showed for Saturdays paddle. Conditions were bumpy but not big. Erik W, had to borrow my R since his rudder broke on his V-10. As we headed south (upwind), I assumed that we would need to go slow for Erik. However, he was right in the front setting the pace. Reivers and I got a chance to toy with our new VHF radios when we got down to Governor's point (worked really well) so we went on to Whiskey Rock. There was a couple of Eagles sitting on the rock and one was singing (well, sounded like crying) and I was whistling back at him. We actually seemed like we were communicating until I fell off my boat. I didn't have a paddle in the water and it was rather bumpy, then you combine this with a lack of attention and you go swimming. The VHF took the dunking in stride and no water leaked into the battery compartment(I fell in just to test the radio).
Anyway, we went back north and started catching some good rides until there was a definite change in the current. The wave frequency increased and the smaller waves were hard to catch. I looked back when we were going past the wall and I saw that Erik was slightly behind everyone. When we got past Post Point, I turned and looked back and could not see any sign of Erik. I turned and headed south (I don't really like him, it was because he was on my boat) and could not see any sign of him. I then called Reivers on the radio and asked if he had seen Erik. He said Erik was already back to FBW. How did this paddling wannabe in a short fat boat beat all these elite shells back to Fairhaven? Good thing Dean wasn't here or he would have slit his wrists. Reivers and I started making excuses for this phenomonen. We were in the current and he wasn't, he hugged the shore and caught eddys, we had a headwind and he didn't, our water was like molasses and his was like Vodka. Whatever?
Larry G