It was blowing 22 at Chappy when I left work. In the hour that it took me to go home, and put on the new posi-lock footstrap bolts that Slingshot sent me, the wind dropped to about 10. In the vain hope that it would come back up, I rigged my gear, launched the kite, and went out for a little run, but I couldn’t really even plane.
However, after being in the mid-90’s today and having the A/C not functioning at work, it was nice just to be in the water. I landed the kite, and swam for a little while, then chatted with Kyle who had been there all afternoon when it was windy. It’s probably best that the wind did die, because I started hearing rumbles of thunder as I packed up my gear. However, that once-sweet thunderstorm has been eaten by the magic thunderstorm eater Buzzards Bay, and has amounted to nothing more than a few sprinkles.