| posted on 24-11-2009 at 17:02||
|Re: 24th November 2009 Diary Entry by justal.|
On 24th November 2009, justal wrote:
Wind Direction: SW
Wind Stength: 25-35 knots
Surf / Sea State: Huge!
Air Temperature: 13șC
Sea Temperature: 12șC
Woohoo, what a session. Went out with my big wave board and 4.5m sail and soon realised that it was a lot bigger out there than it
looked from the beach!
The first run wasn't too bad, some nice big jumps and then managed to sail out the back and have a good blast over the swell before
gybing and sailing back in amongst some pretty big lumps of water. But then it just seemed to get bigger and bigger. I'm not sure why,
but it was dead on high tide so that may have had something to do with it.
On about my 5th run out it was easily the biggest I've ever sailed in, way over mast high and not only were they huge but they had
become snarling monsters that seemed intent on punishing me. At one point I had been sailing out, well powered for ages but still
wasn't out beyond the breaking waves. I was at least half a mile out to sea and still surrounded by big waves and walls of whitewater
with nowhere to run to and nowhere to hide.
Then I thought it was all over as a huge waved reared up in front of me, pitched and exploded into a wall of white-water. I had no
option but to hit it flat out and try to sail up and over it despite the fact that it was mast high. I hit the whitewater head on,
sailed vertically up it and managed to pop out onto the top. By this staged I'd lost some momentum and it had me. I was travelling
backwards on top of the white-water in its grip, pumping frantically to try to get going and not get sucked backwards over the falls.
Somehow I made it, but there was another wave in front of me.
Still in the straps I pumped as hard as I could, pushed with my front foot and tried to get going again, back on the plane and the next
wave was jacking up. Thankfully it hadn't broken yet and I managed to sail up its face (I've never sailed so far uphill before) and
just about managed to punch out over the top of it as the lip pitched forwards behind me. There were still more waves beyond it so once
again it was back onto the plane and keep sailing out until eventually there was a break in the waves and I could gybe and head back to
By now I was miles out to sea and down towards the estuary. It was about now that I decided that maybe enough was (more than) enough.
If I came off here and got parted from my kit or broke something then it was going to take me hours to get home. I was out on my own
with no-one else around so maybe the sensible option was to sail back to the beach and call it a day.
I did of course ride some of the waves on the way back in just to show them that they may have beaten me into submission today but they
hadn't completely beaten me.
Only a short session, but a full on, scary, adenalin rush of a session!
Wow, sounds like quite a session. I bet ya cuppa tasted good after surviving that one ;-)
| posted on 25-11-2009 at 08:34||
|Actually, I was so fired up with adrenalin that I had to do a session on the turbo trainer too calm down!!|
Blowing a hoolie out there again now... I don't think I can face it though and I need a rest!
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