That was the fall, the tri had decided not to race due to possible bad weather and was motoring home. We had rounded the weather mark put up the kite and saw a black wall of death. A cloud like I never seen, over the north fork. We look down the kite and before we knew it it was blowing 40 plus out of the north.
It was the remnants of some tropical depression that had gone inland in the carolinas, It hit long island sound and picked up a quick burst of strength.
The race was abandoned, South Ferry to Shelter stopped running and reported gusts over 70 MPH.