Holy Windoc. You turned a corner. I didn’t know you were so talented with poetic prose. 

I just entered the wrong date for a log. Can I change it?

Holy Deeeeeeeep !

This is a poem by Gemini Ai , inspired by Davidm  and Udder in a faraway microbrewery in nanaimo (;white sails brewery).

The shoreline fades to a ribbon of gold,
As the canvas drinks the gale,
With a rhythmic snap, the world takes hold
In the belly of the sail.
You’re leaning back on a liquid floor,
A dance on the edge of flight,
Where the ocean’s pulse and the sky’s loud roar
Converge in a blur of light.
### The Mechanics of Grace
* **The Uphaul:** A heavy tug against the tide.
* **The Plane:** When the board lifts, shed of weight, to skim the surface.
* **The Jibe:** A carving arc, a pivot of bone and carbon fiber.
The spray is a ghost that stings the skin,
A crown of salt and white,
As the daggerboard hums a song within,
Vibrating with the might
Of a thousand miles of open space
Caught in a mast of pine,
With the sting of the spray upon your face
And the board on a perfect line.
> "To windsurf is to be the bridge between the invisible power of the air and the tangible weight of the sea."
>
No engine’s thrum, no tethered rope,
Just the harness and the hand,
On a carbon rail and a prayer of hope
Far from the quiet land.
You aren't just riding on the wave,
Or drifting with the breeze;
You’re the master of the craft you crave,
A pilot of the seas.

Parawing - if you were going to only buy one size of parawing for Ross Bay, what would you buy 3, 3.5, 4 (looking at the new Quest)? 

GPS track uploads are broken atm ...