Posted on Dec 1, 2014

This icy winter has been eating up my equipment like a hungry heartless giant- Snapped mast, crunched booms, banged up sails and holes the size of tea plates in my custom board. It’s enough to make a grown woman cry. The waves were big- The winds were light and the rocks lured us towards them like the seducing calls of sirens. If the menacing rocks...

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