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I was a bit overpowered on today as it was just a bit over my usual 6.6 usage, but I stuck with it. I liked having the extra power for pulling off jibes, but it wasn't fun in the GP Playground chop, and I didn't feel comfortable trying any big jumps because I was fighting for control a lot.
For the first 90 minute I stuck around Grassy Point proper because my jibe hasn't been very good lately and I was trying to figure out why. Turns out that I was trying to flip the sail too soon. I got it worked out, then went in for a drink. When I got there I realize my friend Mike was on the water (I saw his car). He came in shortly after. We decided to head to the playground.
It was a blast. We only stayed for about 45 minutes, because it was getting a little late and I was worried that it would die. We took a few runs at Alan's Jump City and decided to head back. John & Thomas & Crab were there, too, but had left 10 minutes before. Alan and Mike chatted for a few more minutes after I left. I'm glad I left when I did, because it really started dying. I stayed on a plane for about 10-12 straight minutes screaming off the wind down toward GP. My back foot started falling asleep it was crammed in the footstrap so long! My first jibe, near the causeway, caused me to lose my plane, but after slogging about 200 yards I got going again and then it filled in a bit more. I stayed out for another 30 minutes practicing my duck jibe, which is still marginal at best. Mike had a ton of trouble coming back in the dying wind and with a fin that was catching weeds. He probably took 45 minutes longer than I did, it was bad for him. He wasn't happy.
We had hot dogs and beers and derigged in the dark. Good times.
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