Craig wrote perceptively: >The surf-ski paddlers finish much faster than the rest because they can go fast enough to (barely) stay in >sync with the favorable tides. Everyone else has to deal with the adverse currents shortly after the start. Brad wrote lyrically: >In slowness there is tranquility, beauty, and inner peace. Mark wrote observantly: >I'm sure they're enjoying themselves. I'd rather take it easy and enjoy the scenery! G'Day Craig, Brad and Mark, Oh well its explanation time and fessing up time. Have to say the Hawkesbury is a very placid river and there's lots of volunteers monitoring along the way and tempting stops every 30km or so. So not much chance of serious harm, apart from ego bruising, arm bruising and a couple of rather awkward ferry cables that have to be crossed carefully. Craig I think the logic goes in this particular case that if you're slow you'll have two tidals flows in your favour sandwiching one thats against you and because its so far up stream the first tidal flow is pretty negligible. And its fun for the speedsters to be able to say they did 110 km in 9 or 10 hours. A fast seakayaker can typically do it in 11 or 12 hours. Now here's where I confess that I'm by no means a competitive type and my motivations for this race are obscure and convoluted. The first time I did the Hawkesbury it was at very short notice (3 days) at the behest of a young and beautiful woman who had no partner for her borrowed double Pittarak and we only got 3/4 of the way, my fault entirely , the boat was so short I couldn't get a decent paddle stroke in and my shoulder packed up. Nevertheless we both enjoyed the event and the young woman subsequently went on to ski across the north pole with the first perhaps only group of women to do so. The second time I was determined to finish and paddled a rudderless single Pittarak, finding allies in two beautiful young women who ran the local gym and who volunteered to be my land crew without any begging on my part! This was the only year I had no trouble finding my boat amongst the 400 hundred others in the race - all I had to do was look for where the most men were congregated. I finished that race in 19 hours due to seriously bad strategic thinking and have to say that my landcrew were suprisingly sympathetic considering the length of time I made them wait. By the way this was the time when I made my greatest contribution to kayaking practise, which is the discovery that a certain toffee will get you across the line when you have hit the wall and all but given up - one fantale per km and you will finish on a sprint. Recently I have reverted to sesame seed with toffee bars as they are easier on the teeth. These bars are now an important part of my emergency survival kit at sea - I kid you not! The third time I paddled in a rudderless Kahuna. The Kahuna is an amazing boat which seems to paddle effortlessly no matter what the distance or the wind. Its also exceedingly slow in my hands, which can be partly explained by my spending the whole night chatting to various other paddlers except for one point where I fell asleep and only just saved myself with a brace. During the race I met a most charming and beautiful older woman who was also paddling that race, she was about 80 or so and a peer of Oscar Speck. She was able to fill a huge gap in my knowledge of the man concerning his eventual arrest in Saibai, an Island just off Papua New Guinea. Any way she does the race every year and we eventually parted as she sped off ahead of me. That race required hardly any effort on my part at all - the epitome of slackness I'm afraid. Nevertheless the one extra point I made by at least finishing after 18 hours (note the improved time!) was sufficient to take my team from fourth place to third place - the only time our team has ever got a placing. The last time I did the race it was with iron resolve and in a Mirage 580, to test my ability to make longish crossings in the Whitsundays. It seemed sensible to try this sort of thing out on something safe like the Hawkesbury first. I don't know what got into me that year, but I trained with Lippy, a good mate who was in the navy and seriously fit. We wanted to test what it would be like to stay in a kayak without getting out for the full 110km. Lippy was practising to cross Bass Strait and the Hawkesbury is a useful but not sufficient test. We practised padding into 20 and 30 knot headwinds. I towed my friend's children in boats up and down rivers. For a while it was hell and then I started enjoying it. My mate Lippy is a large man and astounded me on one practise paddle by going about 70km on the sustenance of one apple. I finished that race in thirteen and a half hours and won acclaim as the most improved paddler. Any way this year I'm motivated to find out how age and decrepitude has affected my endurance for longer crossings and I'm training with Dee who is even tougher than Lippy. Question is has turning 60 slowed me down? I don't think you're allowed much longer than 19 hours to finish the Hawkesbury. BTW my current heroes for this event are my friends Kate and Rae, two women who after just a few weeks of training and in their first year of kayaking broke the record in their class. And you know I'm willing to bet they did enjoy the tranquility, beauty, and inner peace along the way - Its that kind of race! All the best, PeterO *************************************************************************** PaddleWise Paddling Mailing List - Any opinions or suggestions expressed here are solely those of the writer(s). You must assume the entire responsibility for reliance upon them. All postings copyright the author. Submissions: PaddleWise_at_PaddleWise.net Subscriptions: PaddleWise-request_at_PaddleWise.net Website: http://www.paddlewise.net/ ***************************************************************************Received on Mon Aug 24 2009 - 02:50:55 PDT
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