by DimitriMilovich » Mon Jun 03, 2013 8:17 am
Grant and Duane were just headed out on 7.5 at 1:30 when I arrived at SBB. They got some good rides, then it faded as I launched - first time on a 7.5 in two years, oddly. Up and down bizarre brew of gutless gusts, wandering windlines, peripitatic puffs. Some days you ask yourself, "why do I even bother sailing Deer Creek?". Then, after getting a few white knuckle rides, a semi-planing jibe or two, and sharing some brews with the bros as you contemplate the beauty of Timpanogos, you have your answer.
BTW, I think SBB is a quite narrow place, narrower than G'ville, unless you get upwind further (we couldn't), and it's missing the wavelets you can use further down by IB to pump up onto a plane. But not many people there, or boats, so nice to rig, but rocky to launch.
I will note that at one point a boatful of people I was on my only overpowered planing intersection with graciously swerved well away from me.
Wondered if it was any better further down, but it sounds like only those who can comb the upper atmosphere like Marty had good sailing. Glad to hear the elusive Dubbock was sighted on the water!
Just for feedback to Craig, who forecasts this place far better than anyone else ever will, our three musketeers think the wind was too westerly where we were, i.e., coming off of the opposite side slopes, and that's why it was so lame and unsailable out there, instead of the hoped-for prediction. Or maybe it got too hot. Or maybe the Heber Creeper kept passing by and foiling our wind. Or maybe a mountain goat on the top of Timp burped (chaos theory approach). Or perhaps we didn't bring enough beer. Or -- contribute enough beer to Craig's account! (thanks, Craig, just kidding, you know we all live for your thoughtful words of wind wisdom!)
Dimitri