Mmm...clams!
IIRC it was late fall, right around Thanksgiving. We launched in the Ipswich River with the idea of getting to the surf break off Crane Beach, which was off limits as far as the actual beach. The cops showed up and saw that it was my brother, shrugged, and told us not to expect or ask for any rescue assistance if things went bad. My GF was reputedly the first woman to ever sail there, and she borrowed a bigger sail than any of the men were using IIRC. Foolhardy barely covers it, but only one guy blew away and luckily he just ended up on the wrong side of the river mouth. For most of us it was just too windy to get out into the ocean, especially in side-off conditions. My GF and I were very used to sailing in sustained 40+ mph winds with bigger gusts, so it was actually fine until the tide changed and then what passed for common sense finally prevailed. There was a smallish bar break inside the river mouth that all but one young buck stayed around. He told us it was at least double head high on the outside, and he got spooked pretty quickly and never made it to the actual break. I've done stupider stuff (Astoria Bar on an ebb comes to mind, Google 'Cape Disappointment Coast Guard training'), but not by much. Good times!