Set the alarm for 6am to check the windmeter, woke up saw that it was blowing, packed the quickee kit (100 liter board, 3 sails, 2 masts, 2 booms.)
I arrived at the lake about 7:20am tailing Ken O (Utah's marathon sailor.)
Quickly rigged my 5.8 and starting a non stop jibing fest with a few yards of screeming planers inbetween.
About 9:15 I starting waking up and goofing off.  After my best atempt yet at a willey skipper I jump back on a plane stoked, pump the sail, and get catapulted. 30 mph gust. My Ezzy Wave SE now has a hole in it for my head and arm; which really really slows ya down.
Even though I wrecked a really good sail I feel great that I have completed a windsurfing rite of passage.  6 years ago I purchased my first board for $100 bucks at a garage sail and this is my first crowning.  Now I can change my windsurfing status from intermediate to experienced.
Future milestones yet to be acheived:
- mast break in middle of lake followed by long swim.
- major board ding or break 
- lossing board off the top of the car
- any break down followed by drifting out to sea in an flow tide. (mostly applies to San Fran)
- attend the annual gorge tiki party
- and carpal tunnel syndrome
If I am missing any other windsurfing rites please advise.
			
		