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I knew it was going to be a good day when the fog horn woke me up Wednesday morning. Like an old familiar friend, I recognized its voice cutting through the cold damp San Francisco morning. The chill hit me when I walked to my van and packed up my board for the day. Work came and went but my mind was on the water. By 3:30 I was rigging up at crissy field as the sun peaked in beneath the layers of fog. The ride up was as smooth as butter. Flat water and 12-16 knots straight from the west. Perfect conditions for formula windsurfing. Soheil and I disappeared into the white, dodging incoming freighters, outgoing ferries and this season’s first crab boats masking their way in the San Francisco Bay. Wells and Rathle were … Read entire article »