A little after lunch, a couple squalls came through with some lightning that seemed to usher the wind more onshore.  Between that and the high tide, the condition was clearly deteriorating so I called it there at the harbor.  This partly in the hopes Punta Santo Jorge might start working as the wind switched and eased some.  Not to be though. 

   Well, there is so much more I wish I could share with you here, but soon.  For now, the projects call.  And this just to assure you that I’ve been working on stuff behind the scenes and that I’m looking way forward to breaking out with some crazy footage to get you thinking about how you might take it to the next level.  With respect and gratitude.    

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    So my biggest personal project this winter (besides working on my port tack riding and making a couple sets of windchimes) is bearing down large on making a video or two.  The new secret weapon is in testing phase as I build a couple mounts for it. (Much more on that soon.) 


    It’s ironic that now that I’ve finally gotten my gopro mount quiver in place, my camera is obsolete by a couple generations.  But at least I’m finally getting it out and experimenting with some angles.  That and I’ve been working on outlines, scripts and shoot lists for the first couple productions. 

    So here’s what Point Saint George was looking like middle of the afternoon Thursday.  Between the high water and a fluky wind, it just wasn’t looking like it was worth risking the gear for.   I’m going to keep checking though.  One of these days, I have a feeling this place is going to deliver something unspeakably sweet. 

    Here you have “the bomb shelter”.   My latest gopro mount for ground level skatesailing footage.  Yeah, it’ll be so nice not to have to worry as much about taking the camera out with a sliding hit or mast strike.  

    This of course, is a kitchen timer masquerading as the 360 degree pan mount. 

The mag mount. 

    This from earlier.  Storm warning flying along with the 3.5 on the sixty-something.  I know it doesn’t look that windy in this shot, what with the perspective and the flat light, but you know it’s heavy when even Sheila is huddled behind the van.   It was blowing dogs for sure. 

    While apologetic I don’t have any action photos from lately, how about one of Sheila’s first selfies, as she was taking air at Cape Sebastian a little while back?

   What an inspirational experience though.  Especially as the sun came out there for awhile with the ultra lit spray highlighting the insane colors across the venue in stark contrast against the dark skies to the east and west.  During the lulls, I was further lost in the joy of perfectly powered full planning hero jibes and the insanely floaty slow mo sensations of the jumps.  Another moment that stands out was the fairly monstrous rush from the unexpected loft on a forward that I unknowingly launched into a gust.  I held on for the dry sail landing, but wow.   

   Yeah, I have so much gratitude for that ripping little sixty-something thruster from Mr. Teboul.  It really saved me this day.  The grip and it’s fully compact nature was the best friend I could have had out there, aside from perhaps a 3.0 G4. 

    I am however, fairly bummed I didn’t predict just how epic it was going to be, as I would have worked harder to have someone come shoot some photos or even video for you.  For after what were by comparison, fairly crappy sessions the day before, the place just lit up Thursday.  It was blowing a solid 30 to 40 knots from before dawn till after lunch.  With no rain to speak of, well, until some rather ugly squalls came through midday (read lightning, not just ballistic rain). 

    The conditions had deteriorated by then anyway as the tide was getting too high for this spot and the wind had switched to a more westerly direction.  (There's radical bounce-back off the rock walls that encircle the venue once the water level rises above the sandy beaches.)  I went back out anyway but the pure magic seemed to have disappeared. 




    Here’s the scene inside the Crescent City Harbor while I was giving it a rest after my second sesh Thursday.  While it didn’t rate as the best wave quality I’ve had there, it certainly was right up there for intensity and evenness of the wind velocity.

    (And my anecdotal observations were later backed up by the online data archive for the anemometer right there in the harbor.)