of a time 35 years ago when I went windsurfing at Diamond Head, the one and only time. I lived in Honolulu for 3 months in the fall of '82. I had watched the good guys doing it for some time, stopping by every few days to marvel at it and try to imagine doing it. Got to be the last day I was there, and I thought that I'd better try it, because I might never get another chance. Sailing out was thrilling, jumping the waves, and then turning and surfing back in was really fine, until a wave outran me and I was becalmed for a bit, until the next one came in. Could I outrun it? Of course not. Later I figured out that the right thing to do is to turn around and head back into them, but I just got smashed on the reef, and every time I got myself straightened out enough to get back on the board, I got smashed on the reef again. Very instructive, and it took me about half an hour to haul my bloody body out of the water.
Sounds a lot hairier than what I was dealing with. I did get a minor scrape on one knee and a mouthful of water, but no big deal. And this should have been nothing to worry about, although in retrospect I think for this activity I'd prefer a boat that I sat on top of, rather than one that's suited for taking gear on a camping trip. I'd rather be able to just get dumped and climb back on instead of the more elaborate ritual of emptying the cockpit, climbing in, and fiddling with the skirt.
Yeah, you would not want to be in that thing at Diamond Head.