Sunday, September 16, 2012

Wet Skunks

The wind forecast doesn't look good but I'm an optimists optimist. I leave the house before sunrise. Wind will happen. It's got to.

And it doesn't. I've got wet skunks coming at me from all over. The Cape. Buzzards Bay.

That means I get on the water but it doesn't last long enough to count. Wet skunks are the worst kind. Like wet smelly socks. They are an affront to body and soul. They're a wrench in the spokes of the pursuit of happiness. They should be legislated out.

First Encounter, Kitesurfed, Wet Skunk.
Buzzards Bay, Kitesurfed, Wet Skunk. 

Picture- First Encounter, a wet skunk waiting to happen.