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View of Lyons from atop one of our 1st day hike hills
Neil tubing
The hike was more like a Lewis & Clark bushwhacking trek....cactus and all. And we weren't 100 yards down the river and all of us except Neil were already falling off our tubes, getting dunked, losing our flip flops, sunglasses, and beers down the river....DOH!!! The river wasn't so lazy after all....at least not lazy enough to chill with a brew in one hand. We had to actually focus on the river. But of course, thanks to Neil, it was a great adventure and was also his secret mad cap way to get us slowly acclimated to the altitude before we set off into the backcountry the next day.
The crew - John, Mac, Tom, and Neil (photo from Neil)
One of the many waterfalls along the way
The next morning, we're packed and off for a big early morning breakfast in Nederland before hitting the trailhead. We entered the Indian Peaks Wilderness Area in Roosevelt National Forest by way of the Hessie Trailhead. We followed the Devils Thumb Trail up in elevation approx 6.5 miles the first day, had lunch by Jasper Lake, and set up camp right under the Devils Thumb peak and next to Devils Thumb Lake.
The trail leading up...we're headed to the base of those snow capped mountains
The four of us at our first lunch spot, Jasper Lake, on the way to our first campsite...not a bad place to eat, huh?
That is about 8 feet of glacial snow the creek is running under and emptying into Devils Thumb Lake. This is next to our first campsite.
The view looking south from our first campsite. We would be hiking up and over that mountain the next day to get to the Continental Divide.
Me and the view looking north at our first campsite. That's Devils Thumb to the left.
The tents going up, looking west at our first campsite
Devils Thumb...you can barely make out our tents at the bottom
Now, Neil is not into the whole Ramen noodles and freeze dried packs for camp eating. He brought the good stuff and we ate good. Our meals consisted of chicken, red peppers, onions, seasoning/spices, bacon/eggs, coffee, pork fried rice and veggies, sausage, cheese, sandwiches, etc. However, with all this food, we had to be extra vigilant about cleaning up well after eating and putting all food related items into the "bear bag". This included anything else that had odors...such as toothpaste. We would tie the bag high up between two trees far away from camp.
I suppose a bear could have still taken down the bag if he really tried hard enough, but at least it wouldn't be near us. For some strange reason, the bear warnings didn't really bother me. The biggest thing I was worried about was the lightning. Lightning is the number one killer of hikers/climbers in Colorado each summer, particularly as you get above the tree line and are left so exposed to the weather. There is always a good chance of some afternoons thunderstorms rolling across those mountains and the weather can change in an instant. We fortunately had great weather...not one rain drop until we were almost off the trail on our 3rd day. The days consisted of high 70s and it fell into the 40s at night.
What did we do for water you ask? Here is John with a small water filter pump, filling water bottles at the creek next to our first campsite
John, Tom, Mac - heading up towards the Continental Divide
Our 2nd day consisted of hiking up and over the Continental Divide on the High Lonesome Trail. I looked up a description of this trail. It read "traverse across the western exposure of the Continental Divide to Rollins Pass. Rock cairns mark the intermittent path across the delicate alpine tundra. Cleverly camouflaged ptarmigan can frequently be discovered upon close examination of the lichen covered tundra rocks." OK....that was what I was going to say, but simply put, it was absolutely beautiful. There were wildflowers everywhere. It made you want to spin around in circles and sing, "The hills are alive, with the sound of....". OK, maybe not, but we talked about it. It was wild seeing snow everywhere along the way. Some sections of eastern facing snowpack never melt. They say you can stand on top of the Continental Divide to pee and it will end up on the west coast or the east coast. Do you want to pee on California? Or do you want to pee on North Carolina?
Neil's GPS watch, measuring our altitude near the top of the Continental Divide
John, Tom, and Neil in front of the Continental Divide wildflowers
Hiking down High Lonesome Trail towards Kings Lake Trail. We would later come back up this steep trail to watch the Continental Divide sunset.
Along the way, we found hours old bear scat....hmmm, interesting...and a mental note that we better keep a look out. We ventured down Kings Lake Trail to check out Bob and Betty Lakes. Since Bob Lake had an actual iceberg floating in it, it seemed only natural that we would go for a dip in the water. The very frigid water. Of course, this was soon after Neil said, "hey, lets go check that out". Shrinkage doesn't even begin to describe the experience. It was so cold, our feet were burning. Did I mention there was a freaking iceberg? But we got somewhat clean from all the trail dust and felt refreshed afterwards. We ventured back to Kings Lake to set up camp.
"Hey, lets go check that out" - Neil sniffing out Bob Lake
Brrrrr
After setting up camp and having another great dinner, we saddled up to Kings Lake to see if we could get a bite on the fishing rod Neil brought. Tom was unsuccessful the day before trying to lure some fish on Devils Thumb Lake. John and I settled back on a large boulder to watch and take in the view. All of a sudden, I saw a bear running up the trail past our camp. He was already a far distance away. I yelled for the others to look up and see the "BEAR!!". The bear stopped on the trail, turned around, stood up on his hind legs and looked at us. I guess he didn't like what he saw because he turned back around and took off in the opposite direction up and over a rocky hill. Neil estimated the bear's height standing up around 8 feet...not a small one. Wow, that was excitement enough for the day.
Check out that reflection. Tom & Neil fishing.

BEAR!!
Since we had the Neil "hey, lets go check that out" afternoon jaunt to Bob Lake and its iceberg, we were to be later introduced to John's "hey, have to see the sunset" jaunt. Now, I thought I was into sunsets. John takes it to a whole new level. At his behest, we hiked back up over 1,000 feet elevation, and back up to the top of the Continental Divide to watch the sunset. It was worth my heart literally beating out of my chest...really. Not a lot of people can say they've sat on the top of the Continental Divide and watched the sunset. Thanks John for pushing us to go. We hiked back down in the dark and with our headlamps on...calling out to Mr Bear.
Continental Divide sunset (photo from Neil)
With all the "jaunts" and circles we did, we ended hiking approx 9 miles on the 2nd day. The 3rd day was an easy hike 6 miles down the trail, into the valley, and back to the car. Even though we had eaten well on the trail, we were eager for some grub and brews in town. As Tom said, we were going to "eat like Vikings". Nederland or "Ned" as the locals like to say, is a cool little mountain town and we found our little oasis at Wild Mountain Smokehouse and Brewery. Incidentally, Ned is the home of the "Frozen Dead Guy Days" Festival. Yeah...we were thirsty. As we started getting too relaxed, we remembered that the real big day was tomorrow and we needed to get some rest. We would wake up at 4am the next morning and be hiking by 5am with headlamps on to begin our journey up Longs Peak at 14,000 ft and a 15 mile roundtrip day.
5am - John sleepy eyed and ready to go
Beginning to enter the Boulder Field. Longs Peak to the left and the "Keyhole" to the right.
Well, it must have been adrenaline. It must have been the thoughts of regret in not having finished. It must have been the thought back as to one of the reasons I came to do this in the first place...to see what I was made of. We started to cross the infamous Boulder Field. A rocky wasteland...strewn with boulders the size of cars one after another and everywhere you stepped...you had to hike/climb over them. The hiking poles were now a liability for the rest of the way up, so away they went into our day packs.
Boulder Field and Keyhole (notice the stone shelter built into the wall next to the Keyhole)
Tom in the Keyhole shelter
We ventured through the "Keyhole"...literally an opening like a keyhole into the backside of Longs Peak. As you cross it, you enter the "Ledges". The Ledges is where you cross horizontally, then down and up across the very steep backside of Longs Peak. Now would not be a good time to find you're afraid of heights. The pucker factor really started to set in. There were a couple of sections that if you did not get your footing and hands just right, it would have been a very long and steep drop down the trough. At one point, Tom asked me how my back was doing. My reply, "I have no $#&*ing idea". I couldn't feel a thing. My mind raced through many different emotions and questioning myself...what in the world was I doing. We had to stay mentally alert and focus completely on every single step and rock we were climbing.
The Ledges - that's a long way down
Neil on the Ledges, pointing out the eventual way back
John & Tom - "This is crazy, this is crazy" - the final steep trough up to the top. Yes, it was as long and steep as it looks.
The four of us took our time and eventually made the steep climb up the final trough of the Ledges section. We were almost there. At the very top, it plateaus at 14,000 ft and opens up into a section called the Narrows just below the summit. At this point, the clouds were rolling in. It started to snow, sleet, and the wind wasn't letting up. Another climber was coming back down at this section (and had a helmet on!). He stopped to tell us it was precipitating and making for slick conditions on the Narrows and the final push up to the summit. As the crow flies, we were approx 200 ft away. The Narrows is another "ledge" at the top of a steep drop off with zero room for error. Its very exposed and the fact that it was slick and wet didn't bode well. Plus, more dark clouds were headed in our direction and it would take us a couple of hours to get back below the tree line. We had to think of our safety...I know, what a concept at this point. People have died at this spot. The four of us decided together this was a good time to turn around. We sat at the top point between the Ledges and the Narrows and got one last good look at the view. We had made it to 14,000 feet and felt like we made a huge accomplishment....with no regret of not pushing that final 200 ft.
Looking towards The Narrows section at 14,000 ft - as far as we went - check out the precipitation
The view from almost the top of Longs Peak - clouds rolling in
Me, John, and Tom at the top...almost (photo from Neil)
It was around 11:30am and we still had to go back down 7.5 miles. We couldn't lose our focus climbing down the Ledges. It was just as much of a pucker factor going down as going up. On the way down, we passed some people who didn't seem well equipped to be on the Ledges, much less getting to the summit. You don't want to be on the Ledges or higher after 12noon when the likelihood of thunderstorms increases. As we continued on down, we passed a High Mountain Rescue member climbing up...fast...like a combo of mountain goat and Spider Man. He had someone on the radio and said he going up to rescue someone. I guess we missed this person in distress since we didn't get to the summit...or that person was climbing the more difficult vertical face on the other side. Sadly, as I'm writing this several days later, I discovered that a man did die that morning of a heart attack. He was apparently just past the Narrows at the Homestretch to the summit. If we had pushed on to the summit, we would have come across him and the people already there giving him CPR. They were right around the corner from us and we didn't even know it. From reading the newspaper account, it doesn't appear we would have been able to do anything as others were already there performing CPR in vain.
John, Tom, and I - at the Keyhole ready to make our way back down (photo from Neil)
Wasteland - at the Keyhole, looking down at the Boulder Field and what we're getting ready to climb down and cross
Great view of Rocky Mountain National Park peaks
Chasm Lake (left) and Longs Peak (right)
Sign in the parking lot...we didn't see it that morning since it was dark
The final 3 miles down seemed like forever as our legs were just about to give up. The sun was out again, the wind was getting blocked by the trees, and it started to get hot. However, looking back at the top of Longs Peak, we could see the clouds still rolling through very fast with the heavier wind at that higher elevation. We stepped down into the parking lot right at 3pm and it started to rain heavily. We wrapped the day back in Lyons with a great dinner and brews at Oskar Blues Brewery, home of Dale's Pale Ale among others (the Gordon Pale Ale was excellent).
Thanks to Neil for setting everything up, getting the permits, doing the planning, preparing all the camp supplies and food, and for being our fearless guide. Thanks to his bride, Connie, for the great hospitality and putting up with three stinky guys in their home. And thanks to Neil, John, and Tom for the complete experience we shared together and an adventure we'll never forget. When you're out of your mind hugging a rock at 14,000 ft, its nice to know you can look your friends in the eye and you know they've got your back.

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Kids + Beach = Fun (that was a big hole on the beach dug by someone else)
Never get tired of the ocean
Post sesh eats and a brew with a view...that Sierra Nevada Summerfest is pretty dang good
Sunset poses
A visit to the Wright Brothers Memorial on Memorial Day...a perfect compliment to my daughter's upcoming school presentation on the Wright Brothers


Our home away from home
The crew preparing the tires before the race in the pit area
Pit Row
The #48 Jimmie Johnson Lowe's Racing hauler in the garage area
NASCAR Sprint Cup Champion Kurt Busch
2008 Daytona 500 Champion Ryan Newman
3 time NASCAR Sprint Cup Champion Jimmie Johnson
Dale Earnhardt Jr.
"Rowdy" Kyle Busch
2 time NASCAR Sprint Cup Champion Tony Stewart
Miss America - I had no idea who that was. I had to ask someone who was that girl surrounded by security going into Dale Jr's hauler. She later sang the National Anthem.
The classic fly over after the National Anthem
Boogity! Boogity! Boogity!...Lets Go Racin Boys!
Turn 4 and the infield front row spectators atop their giant RVs


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A glassy morning on the lake - Rob paddling
Rob's SUP board on the left (Starboard Ultimate Blend 11'2", 30 in wide), my board on the right (Sean Ordenez Shape 10'10", 28.5 in wide). Notice the shape differences at the nose and tail.
My daughter enjoying one the last warm water days of the season
My nephew Vic on his way to a 3rd place in a youth regatta...way to go Vic!
I took some of our neighbors' kids out for a spin when the wind picked up one weekend. I bought this used Starboard Start board many years ago...its been a great board for the kids to play around on, and for me to take them out windsurfing.
One of our neighbors "surfing" on the nose of the board, getting the sensation of windsurfing. On this day, after all the kids had their fill, I got a smaller board and windsurfed out in the channel, fully powered on my 5.6
Another weekend we got 20mph winds at the lake. Rob and I hit it and I stuck the Oregon Scientific ATC2K camera on my boom. Didn't quite get the angle I wanted. It looks like the camera is right on top of me here, but it's really not. I may have to get one of those new GoPro cameras that have a wide angle lens that captures so much more in the picture compared to this. But you can still feel the speed in this short clip.
(Picture taken by Jim Crawford)
(Picture taken by Rob Cornwell)
Me, on a sweet San Carlos wave (picture taken by Jim Crawford...thanks Jim!)
(Picture taken by Rob Cornwell)
(Picture taken by Rob Cornwell)
(Picture taken by Jim Crawford)
(Picture taken by Jim Crawford)The Thatched Umbrella overlooking The Beach Break - you roll out of your tent and the view is all in front of you. You could sit anywhere in camp and see the wavesailing action on the water but the old van seats under the thatched umbrella provided the best action watching and picture taking.
The Bombora, The Beach Break, The Point, The Chili Bowl, Bird%#&! Rock, Fish Camp - From right to left facing the water...those are all the different breaks you could surf/sail.
Beer & Tequila – All the alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages you wanted. Kevin pulled out the very good aged tequila from his long time family Guadalaharan friends…from wooden barrels...very nice!
The Cessna plane ride down and back - a lot quicker and more convenient than driving...and great views of the Baja coastline. Fun landing on the dirt and rock landing strip at the beach camp. I have video of the landing...stay tuned for future post of videos.
(Wyatt, Mac, Clark, Josh, Rob, Mike)
The People You Meet -
- Solo Sports owner Kevin Trejo, camp photographer and author Clark Merritt, Gear Master Rodney, SoCal Joey, and the local Mexican staff - It was a laugh a minute...you better have a good sense of humor.
- Josh Sampiero/Editor of Windsurfing Magazine
- NorCal and Gorge Pro Wyatt Miller - he said it was his “best week at San Carlos ever” then told us the story of how he fell off the beach cliff on his 1st trip there (in the first 5 minutes after he arrived) at age 15 with his father....funny but scary story.

- Taylor Congdon – famous motocross producer and videographer and former downhill mountain bike racer, turns out he's been windsurfing since age 11 and loves to sail/mtn bike San Carlos.
- Kevin McGillavry – Central Cal Pro, great guy and gave helpful tips.
(Picture taken by Jim Crawford)
- Brian Caserio – former pro windsurfer back in the 80s and 90s, waterman filmmaker, and can also rip on a kite and stand up paddle board. Brian was one of the pioneers of San Carlos.
- SoCal pro Casey Hauser
- Our other Solo Sports campers - take Coogey for instance. Coogey was our Japanese guy who was there for 3 weeks straight. He had a knee injury but was out there ripping it up every day. He'd go in the water and come off the water limping. He supposedly didn't know any English. So his only form of communication was the internet and he was on it...a lot. He would have 20 web pages open at once and be watching Japanese Youtube...and bring down the internet every time he was on it. Kevin tried to ban him from the wifi but when Kevin walked away, Coogey was back on it bringing down the internet again. We now think he was playing us all week and actually knows English...what a riot. And then there was Sergai, our new Russian friend...plus our new friends from Portland (Iron Man Ken...he logged the most time of anyone on the water kiteboarding), San Francisco Mike, San Francisco Hugh, Santa Barbara Mike, and Cleveland John.
The gear - all good stuff from RRD, Ezzy, Quatro, Real Wind, Goya, and Streamlined.
(Picture taken by Rob Cornwell)
Here's a rundown on my daily equipment:
Sat – Real Wind 270 with Ezzy Wave 6.3 (light wind)
Sun – RRD Freestyle Wave 110 with Ezzy Wave 6.0 overpowered and dropped down to 5.2
Mon – RRD Freestyle Wave 102 with Ezzy Wave 5.0
Tues – RRD Freestyle Wave 102 with Ezzy Wave 5.5
Wed – 102 with 5.5
Thurs – 102 with 5.2
Fri – 102 with 5.5 (way overpowered, should have been on 4.7 or 5.0 easy)
Sat – mountain biking on Cannondale bike. The trails were awesome...world class. (Picture taken by Rob Cornwell)
Surfing, stand up paddle surfing, and mountain biking - Every morning campers would partake, then wavesail in the afternoon, like clockwork.
Donald with stand up paddle board in hand (picture taken by Jim Crawford)
Rob on a wave
Troy
I read “In Search of Captain Zero” by Alan Weisbecker, the perfect book for this trip. There were surf/kite/windsurf mags everywhere, and a great library of old books left by campers.
Reading Room - The outhouses....'nuff said.

Recreation room - pool table, foosball table, dinner table, wifi, TV/DVD with all kinds of videos.

Blisters - I was out of action for almost 2 months leading up to the trip with back issues so I lost my hand calluses from all the spring windsurfing. I should have dipped them in rubbing alcohol for a few days before going (the apparent tip that supposedly works). Here's the results after 8 days of adrenaline...ouch!
Exploring - you could go hiking and biking for miles and find all kinds of cool stuff like ancient indian petroglyphs and awesome views.....


Seals - we saw seals everyday...very cool. One popped up about 10 feet beside me as I sailed by. I said "greetings". He said "whats up" and ducked under.

Whale - Even cooler, we saw a whale breaching our last day there. Rodney said it unusual for this time of year. We also saw dolphin and porpoise. I never get tired of seeing dolphin.
There are rattlesnakes and scorpions around but we didn't see any the entire week. Pelicans and seagulls aplenty.
The kelp and seaweed - this was a new experience for me. There wasn't a lot of it in the general sailing area but there were some clumps here and there. It was closer to the shallower beach break that made it interesting. If you stopped there to rest, or were entering or exiting the water, it was almost like the stuff would wrap itself around your legs and not let you go.
Warm water – I was in a 3/2 short sleeve wetsuit and got a bit warm some days. There were others out in only their trunks. Solo Sports usually recommends a 4/3 suit as the water does get colder.
Thats a wrap. I have a ton more pics and video footage so I'll be working on a picture/music slide show and edited videos over the next couple of months, so check back for more on San Carlos.
Special thanks goes out to Alan for organizing the trip and giving us helpful tips throughout, the rest of the NC windsurfing crew (Rob, Jim, Tommy, Donald, Troy, Alan, and Alain) for such a great time together, and to the Solo Sports staff (Kevin, Clark, Rodney, Joey, and the Mexican staff) for being such great hosts.
Rob at the Solo Sports entrance sign on an early morning mountain bike ride
The Crew - No Pulse Tommy, Dammit Jim, Frenchie Alain, WaterTurtle Mac, Goatherder Alan, Troy Boy, Rob Not Robert, and Don Juan Swayze Donald


Pro Wyatt Miller doing into a "Goiter"
Alan with rooster tail spray
Rob SUP surfing
Tommy soul surfing with my friend, the pelican
SoCal sailor Casey Hauser off the lip






On another note, I joined Alan, Rob, Donald, and Mark for some dinner in Charlotte last week as Alan hosted Josh Sampiero, the Senior Editor of Windsurfing Magazine. Josh was passing through town on his cross country summer road trip from Florida to California and Oregon. The wind didn't blow for those guys that day but they still got time on the water...wakeboarding. I first met Josh at last year's HIHO race event. He's a great ambassador for windsurfing and has made significant improvements to the magazine. Like I told Josh, I envy his job and I don't envy his job because it's hard to please all the readers. He gets a ton of accolades and criticism from readers about what they want to see in the mag and he handles it all very well. You can follow his cross country adventures on his new blog .
Last but not least, it's been 6 weeks now since my hernia surgery and I'm ready to go windsurfing. I've been doing some early morning lake SUP'ing to start getting back into shape. This weekend I'm headed off to Hilton Head Island for a reunion with some old friends. Not sure if I'll get to sail or SUP...we'll see.
On Friday, I went to SailWorld Hatteras and Hatteras Island Boardsports and saw Andy and Drew. Andy and I were lamenting about our respective ailments (his broken hand and my recent hernia surgery), when Stu walked in and showed off his broken ankle. Andy and Stu can at least claim their injuries were the results of windsurfing to the extreme....definitely not the case for me. I happened to mention that maybe this will be it for everyone since bad things happen in threes. Wrong! That night, one hour after our friends arrived at the house, their son Ian broke his foot on the stairs. Doh! They spent the night until 4:30am in the Nags Head ER. I have to hand it to Ian and his cool parents...they didn't let it ruin the weekend and Ian stayed in great spirits the whole time. He hopped his way around or got rides on his dad's back. Cary got a workout over the weekend carrying Ian around. Great attitudes all around....blame it on the OBX perhaps?
Unfortunately, Ian did miss out on the next day's surfing lesson with his sister and my daughter. The girls had a great time learning from Crew, one of Drew's surfing instructors. Even though it was a little chilly and rainy on Saturday morning, the girls didn't let it ruin their fun. It definitely helped that Drew and his brother Kevin were able to dig out some wetsuits for them to use for the lesson. Thanks guys!
One sour note is the amount of trash I found on the stretch of beach in front of our house in south Avon. This was not where Off Road Vehicles are allowed either. I am convinced that most of the beach going populace are good citizens, care about the beaches, and don't litter. But there will always be the bad apples in the bunch. My three kids and I picked up a small trash bag's worth of garbage, including a condom (unopened in its wrapper and unused by the way). I was quick on my feet and explained to my kids it was a pack of mustard....whew. Anyway, it was a good learning lesson for the kids and we did our good deed for the day. Another side note to this - while watching the girls in their surfing lesson, I saw a plastic bag blow away from a fisherman off the pier into the water. A few minutes later, another fisherman was able to cast his line, catch the bag on the hook, then reel it back in. Nice catch!
Ocracoke did not disappoint. I was pleasantly surprised there wasn't a long ferry line in Hatteras for the ferry over. I had heard stories of 2 hour ferry lines last year since Ocracoke was rated as the best beach in the US by "Doctor Beach". The high gas prices must have kept people home because we showed up and got right on the ferry with no waiting (the price of gas on the Outer Banks by the way was $4.15....ouch!). Ocracoke Village and the area around "the Creek" (Silver Lake) always makes me feel like I'm in the Caribbean. Sitting there enjoying my fish sandwich and a beer with a view of The Creek made me think this must be what Jimmy Buffett had in mind when he wrote half those songs.
We saw dolphin from both ferries, and from the long ferry to Cedar Island, we watched two different groups of dolphin swim directly to the bow of the ferry then peel off and swim away.
I always love driving through Cedar Island and going through the towns of Sea Level, Atlantic, Davis, and Stacy. These are fascinating fishing villages that are in the middle of some beautiful country that resembles more of the Louisiana bayou lowlands and marshes than anything else in North Carolina. Beaufort was a fitting end to the weekend with brunch on the waterfront boardwalk and a stroll along the boardwalk to watch all the boats coming and going.
About the only other stuff we did was check out the Cape Hatteras and Ocracoke Lighthouses, did some shopping, spent some quality time on the beach, and ate some good seafood. It was great to be back on the Outer Banks even if I couldn't get on the water...definitely good for the soul.

Rob made a great video with his own helmetcam here. We both looked like space aliens out there on the water sailing around with cameras attached to our noggins. From now on, they'll be known as noggin-cams.
The Windsurfing Crew rides again! Here is a 13 minute video from our trip that includes some helmetcam footage (with the new set-up shown above) from the 5.4/6.5 day in 20-25 mph winds. There is some fun helmetcam footage of Rob and I chasing each other around. Rob really knows how to find the camera :-) I wanted to make a shorter video but I couldn't bring myself to take out a bunch of good footage that I think really captures a windsurfer's journey in the Outer Banks. Also, listen to the quote at the end....do you recognize it? Tell me if you know who the mystery quoter is and where it first appeared and you will win...nothing....hmmm...ok, you get bragging rights, how's that?
Please comment on the video. Do you like the helmetcam footage or is it a tired act? Do you think the video is too long? Please let me know what you think in the comments section.
More pictures -
Happy Birthday Mark! (l to r: Todd, Rob, and Mark)
Donald shredding it up on a 3.7 in nukin' winds (top and bottom, photos by Mark Pace)
l to r: Jim, Rob (with noggin-cam), and Mark
Donald and Rob venturing out into the big waves
Windfest
Windmobiles lined up at Canadian Hole
Smile...you're windsurfing!
Rob passing a kiter - Canadian Hole

