20
The Doghouse was packed.
Cars on the street had windsurf boards on roof racks. Kids from all over had come to take on the Gorge that offered arguably the best winds in America. Yet another reminder of things Steve couldn’t do—not that windsurfing had ever been anywhere on his list of things that might be fun.
It would help if more of them were kids. But there were a lot of guys and gals who either were out to prove something or maybe, just maybe, were actually good. Plenty of them older than Steve.
Like a cluster of misfits close to lost in the hipster windsurf crowd, a group of the Hoodies huddled around a six-top table near the Snoopy doghouse. They shoved a couple chairs together at one end as he and Henderson squeezed in.
Chutes was sitting across from them, next to Evans, the
