We usually paddle south or north and this day we started south. Then form some reason we veered east and out towards the immensity of the ocean. We kept paddling for a few kilometres until the coast lost its usual form and we had a bird view of it. The sun was setting down, the swell was nice and the wind was playing somewhere else. A peaceful paddle shared with akin souls.
Friday, 5 July 2013
Monday, 1 July 2013
Surfing sea kayaks... or I should rather say broaching and capsizing sea kayaks. No, let’s leave 'surfing sea kayaks', it attracts more hits in the search engines :-)
|Lots of broaching|
|and some more|
|Some good sized faces|
So we then paddled a few kilometres to a beach that before the storms of late was very nice to surf. We soon discovered that many sand banks had formed under water and the waves were not as tidy as we had hoped for. They were bouncing against the sandbanks, getting very steep and not braking, or breaking in places you would think they should not. Then there was a good rip that flattened out the brakes but also made it very hard to pick up speed to surf the waves. Or worst, the current took you to the sand banks at the sides of the rip where the waves were dumping heavily. At least all that added to keep it challenging, interesting and gave me good footage that I captured from the beach J
We also manged to practice some unwanted rescues
On the way back we also had a situation with serious cramps that made the paddler incapacitated to go on. There was some deliberation as what to do. One option was leave the paddler on a cafe in an easy landing spot and pick him up later. Another was to tow him with the whole group back to the cars (probably a bit over 1 hour of paddling away). And a third option that nobody voiced was to feed him to the sharks :-). The first option was chosen. We got him to shore where he changed into warm clothes and stayed in the cafe. There he spent a good time sipping hot coffee and chatting with a young pretty waitress while we kept paddling in the cold with the rain hitting out helmets. Some paddlers don't get where the real fun is.
PS. As the cramped paddler is married I have to clarify that the part of the cafe and the waitress is only my invention. Any similarity with real events is purely a coincidence.