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Even politicians love to surf.

What do you think Senor Tillerman? Will you get out of your Laser for 2 seconds and try bodysurfing? I know you won't fish, too boring for you "East Coast" elites...cough, cough, cough....I'm teasing, really jefe, really!

P.S. Did I mention that I'm a Libertarian....more of a Milton Friedman Classical Liberal...on Tuesdays and the 3rd Sunday of every other month. Oh, the pain!

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The Beaufort Wind Scale

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Force

Wind
(Knots)

WMO
Classification

Appearance of Wind Effects

On the Water

On Land

 

0

Less than 1

Calm

Sea surface smooth and mirror-like

Calm, smoke rises vertically

 

1

1-3

Light Air

Scaly ripples, no foam crests

Smoke drift indicates wind direction, still wind vanes

 

2

4-6

Light Breeze

Small wavelets, crests glassy, no breaking

Wind felt on face, leaves rustle, vanes begin to move

 

3

7-10

Gentle Breeze

Large wavelets, crests begin to break, scattered whitecaps

Leaves and small twigs constantly moving, light flags extended

 

4

11-16

Moderate Breeze

Small waves 1-4 ft. becoming longer, numerous whitecaps

Dust, leaves, and loose paper lifted, small tree branches move

 

   5

17-21

Fresh Breeze

Moderate waves 4-8 ft taking longer form, many whitecaps, some spray

Small trees in leaf begin to sway

 

6

22-27

Strong Breeze

Larger waves 8-13 ft, whitecaps common, more spray

Larger tree branches moving, whistling in wires

 

7

28-33

Near Gale

Sea heaps up, waves 13-20 ft, white foam streaks off breakers

Whole trees moving, resistance felt walking against wind

 

8

34-40

Gale

Moderately high (13-20 ft) waves of greater length, edges of crests begin to break into spindrift, foam blown in streaks

Whole trees in motion, resistance felt walking against wind

 

9

41-47

Strong Gale

High waves (20 ft), sea begins to roll, dense streaks of foam, spray may reduce visibility

Slight structural damage occurs, slate blows off roofs

 

10

48-55

Storm

Very high waves (20-30 ft) with overhanging crests, sea white with densely blown foam, heavy rolling, lowered visibility

Seldom experienced on land, trees broken or uprooted, "considerable structural damage"

 

11

56-63

Violent Storm

Exceptionally high (30-45 ft) waves, foam patches cover sea, visibility more reduced

 

 

12

64+

Hurricane

Air filled with foam, waves over 45 ft, sea completely white with driving spray, visibility greatly reduced

 

 

 

Rowing To Nowhere. Just Another Saturday On The Bay.

There was no wind, until there was.
When I wear my sculler's hat I hate the wind. I want flat and glassy.

You can call me Al!
That's Alcatraz downwind. Rowing is a backwards affair, I was rowing away from, not to Al Capone's retirement home.



What the hell? Thar be Lasers here!
I just can't seem to get away from these insidious boats.

There's nothing like a Folkboat. What a joy to sail!
Of course, if they are sailing there must be wind on my back.
Sure enough the swell started to lap over my gunwales filling my shell with water. So exit stage left back to East Beach. Just another Saturday on the bay.

sidenote: It's not easy taking photos from a rowing shell. I had to stop, hold the oars in place with one hand and take photos with the other.

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Rowing To Nowhere. Just Another Saturday On The Bay.

There was no wind, until there was.
When I wear my sculler's hat I hate the wind. I want flat and glassy.

You can call me Al!
That's Alcatraz downwind. Rowing is a backwards affair, I was rowing away from, not to Al Capone's retirement home.



What the hell? Thar be Lasers here!
I just can't seem to get away from these insidious boats.

There's nothing like a Folkboat. What a joy to sail!
Of course, if they are sailing there must be wind on my back.
Sure enough the swell started to lap over my gunwales filling my shell with water. So exit stage left back to East Beach. Just another Saturday on the bay.

sidenote: It's not easy taking photos from a rowing shell. I had to stop, hold the oars in place with one hand and take photos with the other.

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