Well, well.......3 daze of MADNESS!!!!! Downwinders every day from Z to Keegs.......phenomenal, different every day. ALL on my 7m.........What a Spring Blow, hope everyone got a little bit, several of us got a hell of a LOT!!!
We were piling 5 to 6 guys into Greg's grey Ford Ranger and making the trek back to Zion daily.....a few equipment failures, but the BUDDY SYSTEM prevailed and we all were safe and accounted for......
If you decide that you want to do a downwinder on Lake Michigan, pick your buddies carefully, cause it ain't DISNEYLAND out there on the BIG LAKE. Chances are that someone, sometime will break down, and your buddy just might have to save your arse....just BE PREPARED, and don't go about it WILLY-NILLY!!!! There's some magic along those shorelines....
Our group consisted of Ivo, Greg, Artem, and myself from Chi-town, with the Mad-crew of Jens, Ben, and Greg making the trip over....the stories are damn near endless, with everyone pushing their limits.....the highlights are many....but one, in particular, stands out and will be permanently etched in my memory.....
On the windiest day (DAY 2), we almost didn't even rig, but with prompting from Ivo and Artem, Greg and I rigged the 7's and we all held on as best we could....The downwinder was every bit as much as we could handle, and by the time we landed in Waukegan it was gusting near 50, with the sand BLASTING down the beach....we got back to Zion, and the wind had backed just a bit, so we rigged 'em again for a sunset sesh. The sun, which had been hiding for days, just started peeking out of the clouds. Ivo, Greg and I hit it again, just staying around the hotel, which was difficult due to the "killer current". It was breaking as far out as I had ever seen at Zion, with wavepeaks in the 10 to 12 ft range. The inside sets at head and a half were damn near barreling right off the beach. And though a bit gusty, it was smooth, smooth, smooth in between waves....we kited for bout and hour and a half, trading waves and hooting and hollering all the while. Greg and I ended up below the Hotel where it was just funneling in the crazy ass sets, one after another. I came to shore finally to try and land my kite, and with no wind shadow and the wind blowing 40, I decided to wait for Greg to help me. As I was standing on shore with my kite flapping madly in the wind, I waited and watched as Greg tagged the last sets of the day. What a sight it was.....the sun, fully out now, was lighting up the wave faces with that orangey, sunset glow, and the mango-colored spray was "misting" off the backs of the waves, as Greg came down the line, just "LIGHTING IT UP".....he caught several in a row as I stood mesmerized by it ALL....he kicked out of wave, and tagged one of the Bigger outside sets....he then proceeded to absoultely annihilate it....setting up upwind of the peak, he timed his first bottom turn perfectly, shooting back up the face to the peak, then fading hard after his cutback, back into the curl, on down the line, carving off the bottom, slashing off the top, and fading hard back into the steepening face, turn after turn, with the sun just shimmering off all the spray he was throwin'....he continued on down the line of this peeling, smooth-ass wave that just wouldn't stop. After bout a half dozen, pocket-huggin' mind-blowin' turns, he laid into a drawn out screaming hand-draggin' final bottom turn, and headed back up the face and smacked the lip of the wave as it was dissipating the last bit of it's energy onto the Lake Michigan Shoreline; and so ended the best waveride I have ever seen on the BIG LAKE....like some famous old coot said a long, long time ago: energy don't just disappear, it gets transfered (just take a look at Greg smiling the next time you see him, and you tell me where you think that energy went...)
After the last sesh on day 3, Greg and I went from Z to Keegs to look for a bar and lines that Greg had left between downwinders....As I was coming down the hill off Grand Avenue, the sun was setting at my back and the glow off the Power Plant was right out of a painting....everything was in shadows but the plant...the hot tub had been running for daze, and now the plant seemed just as majestic as any Medieval Castle anywhere in Europe...I hesitated at the stop sign and turned my gaze toward the lighthouse off the pier at Waukegan, and lo and behold there was the yellowish Full Moon rising out of Lake Michigan between the lighthouse and the plant.....I texted Greg who was on the beach looking for his bar and lines; simultaneously he was texting me "FULL MOON", we got a chuckle out of the timing of the texts as they "came through".....I met him on the beach as a lone kiter was downing his kite, and there was no sign of the bar and lines....Greg wasn't fazed, he knows that "equipment sacrifices" are inevitable: so we just watched the rising moon, amid the blue and purple painted sky, laughed at the 3 days of downwinders we had enjoyed, and headed off to the SILO for the best pizza around and a glass of Guiness!!!!