The wind was tempting, and it wasn't too cold. As it turned out I got planing only for a few seconds, at a measly 10.4 mph. I quit early because my feet got cold. But every day o' sailing is a great day o' sailing. After this, I derigged all my sails and let my car have the garage again, until springtime.
This is Bill vdB, sharing little vignettes of windsurfing on Sayers Lake, in Howard PA. and sometimes elsewhere.