Tony Crocker":2plaou7e said:
Yes you should go check out the windsurfers at Hood River. But in terms of trying it yourself windsurfing there would be like shoving a beginning skier over the edge of Hangman's.
As someone who actually sailboards, unlike the author of that comment :wink: , I have to respectfully disagree, but then again I'm not talking about throwing someone into the main line of the Columbia in the Gorge on a shortboard. In that respect, I agree with you.
(That's a typically windy day in The Gorge -- check out that sail twist spilling off the excess wind! Only beginners with a suicide wish need apply.)
Rather, there are a couple of large, sheltered coves in Hood River where beginners are taught. The best known of these is The Hook.
(Beginners at The Hook)
And unlike July 4th weekend when I tried in vain to get The Kid up on some of my gear in a light breeze at Bear Lake (Utah), they have the right instruction and the right equipment to teach a never-ever: big, floaty boards, and a dryland simulator.
What's a dryland simulator, you ask? It's a board mounted on a pedestal that can rotate 360 degrees.
Thus you get the feel of uphauling, counterbalancing the pull of the wind on the sail, and even steering the board before even getting your big toe wet. No water, no instability. Spend an hour on one of those, like I did in 1991 in Florida for my first time, and you'll be put-putting across the water on your first day.
Outfits providing beginner lessons in Hood River include:
http://www.hoodriverwaterplay.com/level1.htm
http://www.bigwinds.com/lessons/
http://www.brianswindsurfing.com/bws_wlessons.htm
Learning to windsurf in Hood River:
http://www.findarticles.com/p/articles/ ... _106141744
IMHO it's the only reasonable way to learn sailboarding, and frankly the widespread lack of such instructional opportunities (along with the insane cost -- you think
skiing's expensive??!!) is why sailboarding never truly caught on in this country. Most folks first tried sailboarding the hard way, by trying out someone else's gear at a lake somewhere, and got so frustrated that they never picked up a set of booms again. In fact, I can't think of a
better place to learn the fundamentals of the sport than in Hood River, where you'll find skilled instructors, proper learning equipment, consistent wind and sheltered water. Nowhere else in the world will you find that combination in such prolific quantities.
My only regret is that I've gotten away from it somewhat. In the early 1990s I was very active in the sport and in the Adirondack Boardsailing Club (ABC). Back in those days of text-only web browsers (can you say "Lynx"? I'm sure you can!) I actually designed a club website and Northeastern Site Guide for the web, which still exists at
http://www.abcsail.org/, <shamless bragging> even earning myself a U.S. Windsurfing Association Sportsmanship Award for that web work that I still keep mounted on the wall above my desk </shameless bragging>. It was one of sailboarding's very first web sites (and, BTW, FTO was one of skiing's very first web sites in 1994).
After re-marrying in the mid 1990s, though, I wanted to get my family involved in my love of sailing and moved on to boats instead, starting with a 20-footer in Lake Champlain and moving up through a 25 to a 34 in Florida. My sailboarding equipment started gathering dust in the garage. A direct hit from a lightning bolt a mile off the coast of St. Pete, however, gave my wife a new religion and she sold the
Drive South after she spent six weeks in drydock undergoing lightning damage repairs (the boat, not the wife :wink: ).
While I don't have any photos of the
Drive South handy, this Hunter 34 is the same year, make and model and is outfitted almost identically to how our vessel was, although our bimini was nicer, we had a full dodger, and our pedestal instruments were more comprehensive. She had a Yanmar diesel, central a/c, hot and cold pressure water, an alcohol stove and oven, electric refrigeration and freezer, a full nav station, and berths for 7. With all lines running aft to the cockpit and an electronic autohelm, single-handing her was a piece of cake. Gawd, I miss that boat.
But, I digress...
After selling our boat, I never really picked up the sailboards again until this summer. Winds for windsurfing (I need a good 15 knots to be planing and happy) were always crappy for 9 months a year in Florida, and in New York for 18 months in 2003-04 the water was cold and I only had a two-seat convertible there -- none too user-friendly for getting gear from home to the water.
However, this summer I finally pulled the gear out of the garage for July 4th weekend at Bear Lake. All Saturday I sat around the lake waiting in vain for a breeze to kick in, but around 7 pm a thunderstorm passed by just to our north and the winds began to howl. We had two sun awnings set up at camp, one on the beach and one next to our tents, and both got destroyed, the wind was that strong. Waves came up, too, and dragged the anchors of both jet skis such that we had to hold them back away from washing onto the beach. What did I do? Of course -- I quickly rigged a Neil Pryde 6.0, grabbed my Bic Astro Rock (in the good ol' days I would've grabbed my Seatrend but I knew I'd be rusty and I sure didn't feel like heading out onto that lake aboard a sinker) and headed for the water.
What happened, though, was a disappointment. Contrary to my hopes and expectations, windsurfing is
not like riding a bike, especially waterstarting in gusty winds and four-foot wind chop. I got thrashed...totally beat up, and with a good knowledge of what Bear Lake water tastes like...and it took me a good three days to recover physically. But it gave me the taste to sail again, and the desire to regain my lost skills. I'll be out again before long.
It's the only sport that's ever given me the same rush that skiing does, and the season nicely counterbalances ski season. When you get up on a plane, in the harness, and back in the straps, it's a real trip, and when you finally master the holy grail of a carved jibe (which, admittedly, I never did) it's got to be just like carving a high-g arc on skis.
OK, now I'll stop rambling and waxing poetic.
Can you tell that I love that sport?