



Rob looked to be really enjoying his new Rockpool GT It goes fast, can carry a big load and is highly manoeuvrable (in Robs hands at least).
You can see from the pic that the whole rudder assembly/footbrace has been raised. This was done because whilst driving with my feet the point of contact was right accross my arches - the weakest part of the foot. With it raised its the balls of the feet that I can push off.

One of the bottles can have a tube attached if its really rough or I'm doing a race. I can simply pull the tube up and clip it to my PFD for hands free hydration.

This is one of my favourites - an LED has been drilled into the compass and is powered from my main pump battery. This is very helpful for night time paddling if you have your barings written down and taped to your deck or skirt. See more DETAILED POST.Winter Solstice Paddle
A paddle to explore the darkness of the longest night. The brave souls who choose to join this pod launch from Gunnamatta Bay and head out to the darkening sea as the sun sets. Rounding the black, forbidding cliffs of Kurnell, where swell pounds the unyielding rock with unforgiving anger, our fragile craft shall steer a heading toward Bear Island. Some say the island is haunted - don't go there at night! — we shall see, let's round the island. After 30 gruelling kilometres, the paddlers will return late at night, and no doubt, quietly remark amongst each other on the depth of darkness of the longest night.
Conditions were on the rough side with a white capping sea of about 1.5 metres on top of a 2 to 3 metre swell. The wind was around 12 to 16 knots from the North East. Heavy cloud and a few showers were also features of this moonless night.
There were five starters and as we headed out from Port Hacking my anxiety eased as I found the conditions to be quite manageable. The distant urban lights reflected off the clouds so it was not as dark as I had anticipated and there was enough visibility to see the approaching waves which enabled me to paddle the same as I would in daylight. The 15 KM trip into Botany Bay was only interrupted by a cargo ship exiting the bay. We waited for it and then, with all lights blazing crossed the shipping channel just as the accompanying pilot boat shot back in front of us, probably shaking their heads at the sight of kayakers out at sea on a rough and rainy winter’s night.
On rounding Bear Island two paddlers made the call that, due to nausea and tiredness, they had had enough and didn’t want to make the return journey. We all paddled across to Kurnell where we left them to catch a taxi back to their cars and then the three of us turned around and gunned it. I was pretty much in top gear from that moment on – partly to keep up with club heavy weights Harry Havu & Keith Oakford and partly because the trip back had me outside my comfort zone and my preeminent thought was getting back into Port Hacking.
Heading back we had the wind and sea behind us which made for some hellish rides but it took me quite a while to relax as unlike the trip out we were looking away from the city so it was now much darker.
Like so many situations in Sea kayaking, how you cope is a mind game above all else. Because I’d had a couple of breakers hit me unexpectedly and took off a few times on waves I didn’t see coming I was a bit anxious. I told myself to just chill, stop thinking the worse and paddle the sea like I normally would. It helped that Harry sometimes zoomed past yahooing as he rode the steeper sets, a ghostly figure often appearing ever so briefly before disappearing in front of a cresting wave. Once I changed mind sets I too started to paddle hard for the rides rather than going into cautious mode every time I felt the stern get picked up. It wasn’t long before we left the rougher cliff section and began our crossing of Bate Bay where many a midnight ride was had. We encountered some noisy penguins and paddled into a few gannets which were almost invisible as they took off around us. Another hour and a half and we were back in Port Hacking and soon after were in dry clothes and heading home.
The thought that I take with me from this paddle is that we don’t paddle this boat or that – we paddle the ocean and the conditions and circumstances we find ourselves in when we're out there.






We paddle back to Port Stephens at a fast pace - and finish off a fantastic two days. Photos by Matt, Ian & Mark.




My own beach landing was similar: Paddled into the "zone". Look behind, too big let it pass, jeez these are big. I thought this was going to be an easy day. NOW - GO, paddle like hell, look behind, OH shit, crunch time! I paddle hard, the wave breaks just behind me, I feel the boat being sucked back but keep paddling until I'm sucked into the white water, boat is on edge and braced hard into the wave, somehow I end up facing out to sea as the next wave hits this time sucking me into a brace on the other side where I side surf in, similar to Tony, onto the sand.
The sets are quite big and the breakers are a long way off the beach. Its hard to pick a line out. It would be highly likely that we'd be surfed backwards if we tried to punch out so we portage the three boats to the southern corner, have lunch and paddle out from the protected corner. So much for the gentle paddle!
This time we have a head wind of between 10 & 12 knots, building sea and a bit of swell. My barometre is dropping and the clouds spell "wind". We set a good pace, do not land and rarley stop.
So a sea kayak really can be used as a vehicle. It could be the answer to the troubled Sydney Ferries, scrap them and build kayak lockers at Circular Quay, now wouldn't that be progressive!