Storms will be storms

It was a dark and stormy day. The sky hung low with soft grey clouds bringing one last gasp of Winter's chilly breath. Scattered whitecaps punctuated the green canvas of the sea. Small waves were breaking out on the point. The air was expectant. Something was about to happen. Something big. Kitesurfing! Good ol Nor'easter wind, my favorite. I missed you all Winter old friend. Now that the warm weather is approaching we get honered with your presence. As if you can just blow in any old time and we'll gladly take you back. We will. You winds are fickle friends. Yirrell Beach, Kitesurfed, NNE, NE, 12-24, 12M Varial/FLX 138, with Frank, Brad, Colleen, Fred, Stoke, Jay. Click on pic to see full size.