Computer projections ain’t always right, found that out several times, yesterday was one of those times.
I watched the flag swing slowly around the pole like it was supposed to and confident that that would continue, I got in. The wind never slackened and the wind never finished its swing around to NW so I paddled patiently for a few hours in the still-warm crystal clear water till I realized that I’d been tricked again like when Lucy pulls the football away just as Charlie Brown is about to kick, making him fall on his back. He falls for it every time and so do I.
The look on charlies face is the same as mine when I get out of the water when the surf stinks. At least my pulse went over 65 bpm for a few hours.
Wetsuit dripping, I drove to another spot where it wasn’t much better, realized that it’d be best if I just got dressed and drove back home, tail drooping between legs.