Day three 6 a.m. and we sit.  3,000 foot ceilings  and sunny but winds are gusting close to 30 so for now we wait.  The anticipation of getting back up in the air is astounding and only compounded by the four walls of the grubby yet cozy Moby Dick Motel.  Coffee, smokes and yoga for breakfast.  
If the day gets chalked up to bad winds off I go to Horse neck beach to have a afternoon surf session thanks to the good folk of Extremely Board surf shop and Hoyt letting me borrow a wet suit.  I promised I would not urinate in it but there are only two types of people in this world; people who pee in wet suits and people who lie.  So I wait.