I remember counting 30+ sails (no kidding) on the water at Rush one day long ago, (in a galaxy far away). Them war da daze.
And daze would also describe how I felt after the 1 1/2 with full twist and both nostrils reamed with Granstville Everclear. I just hung onto the board with my head laying on one of the footstraps, moaning quietly so noone would hear me. Normally, if it was Utah Lake and I'd had a sinus flush like that, I could count on having a UL "cold" for days. Happily, Grantsville's finest is pretty clean and I have no ill effects other than a hammered ego from hearing Commodore Heninger's hoots ringing in my ears.