Dawid Mocke makes is look easy..cruising to his 5th title. We all have a story to tell and this one is mine.
Patrick and Reece spent the whole week in San Fran..goofing around with kites and downwind runs. I flew in on Thursday with Danica our 4 year old and Eva, the best Swedish Nanny:), and friend you could ask for..if not for her help driving and watching the kidlets, this weekend would not have been possible…from the Demo day starting at 10 till 5, then the dinner and then more sales till well after 10pm the night before the race..all great business but not great race prep.
Race day the wind was blowing..not very hard, but some. The outgoing current was supposed to be mild and we were all set for the race. Prep was good not perfect, lots of days off after Molokai with illness and then tendonitis that I couldn’t shake off. .The best in the world ski paddler gal type, Michele Eray, was racing and you have to believe you have a chance, but even Patrick was hoping she wouldn’t beat him. Ha, makes me think I don’t really have a chance.Ok, the race is off..not sure if there was a good spot to grab as everyone scratched for position.
The race into the wind out to Point Bonita was uneventful. I was alone, not on the wake, for about 10 minutes until Kenny Howell and John Dye came along on the inside and I was thankful to sneak in behind them for a pull into the wind to the bouy. The potato patch was nothing. I needed big messes for my swordfish to take off, but the water was very mild there..similar to Newport Harbor on a small day..darn. Ok, turned the mark and headed for the runs..no runs..just a serious grind back to the golden gate bridge..not a bump or a boat wake or much to do but paddle hard.
At this point I’m getting tired…come under the bridge for a blast of cold gusting wind. Had to grip hard to not blow away..heres the Fenn Hot spot…ready for runs..where are they?
