|Nahant. NorEaster. Low tide. There's a sign at the entrance to the the beach saying High Surf Advisory. I'm far out, where the bigger waves are breaking, a little under powered. I slack my lines on a top turn, watch my kite drop gracefully into a foaming wave, and I go for a Nantucket sleigh ride. It's a pretty good one. When I come out of it, my kite looks messed up, inverted, probably broken. No luck relaunching before the next sleigh ride begins so I punch out, completely. Bye kite. I'll see you back at the beach.|
It's a long but easy swim. The waves are huge smooth swells but they're breaking very soft. No problem catching my breath. I take it easy, try to bodysurf but these aren't really catchable waves for bodysurfing.
Back at the beach, John has fished my kite and lines out and carried them back to the launch. Adam wades out to make sure I'm still smiling. Thanks guys! I hardly know these two guys and they're cutting into their riding time to check on a kindred spirit. Kiters are the best.
John tells me that he called 911 because he saw my kite wash up but didn't see me. What?! But then a few minutes later he spotted me and called back to cancel. Damn! I hate to stress people out.
Kiting has a way of humbling me, making me feel like a hero one minute, making me feel like a stupid fool the next. I'm shouting for joy then I'm swimming in to attend my own funeral.
But I don't have time to dwell on my folly. There is still wind. I rig a bigger kite and go back out for 2 more sessions. The waves are so smooth and majestic on the outside! A beautiful stormy Summer day.
My kite and lines were completely undamaged by the sleigh rides and the pounding. My ego? Not quite so lucky.
Nahant, Kiteurfed, 8M, 10M,/ Mako 150, NNE, 15-30, with John, Adam, Dylan, Bennie, Martin? others.
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