Looking back we should have never gone out that day. It was fine at first but as soon as the wind picked up all hell broke loss. We were peddling as hard as we could. Going forward we averaging 1.6 knots, but if you stopped peddling you were going backwards at least 3 knots. Biggest swells I have ever seen, it was like rolling down a steep and trying to peddle up the next one.
Mo and I were dog tired when we got back to the canyon. I cracked open a beer the CG flies by towing Silbaugh's friend. It was some scary shit that day.
I give some huge props to Silbaugh he was out there in that muck for hours. We were on shore waiting long time, eventually he did make it back on his own.
Last edited by octico; 02-12-2016 at 08:02 AM.
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