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Saturday, February 25th, 2006. Drum tight.

Dame Margot Fonteyn.jpgWe left the harbour bound for the old fortified tower that watches over a small bay in Benicasim. Launching from the wooden quay, the orthodontist set off while I was entering the cockpit, leaving me alone with my Chill Cheater top deck and its amazing 9.5mm high-tension shock cord. A top tip of advice: Reed makes his decks very taut. The fabulously strong cord strains the edges inside out and as still the Yacht Club does not offer a kayak launching valet service, it is quite difficult when brand new, to stretch by yourself the deck over the rear rim of the cockpit.
There I went, cursing as I bobbed up and down over four foot swells with the deck latex reinforced dry lips of the deck, strutting out like a starched, black ballet tutu.
Unable to lean or edge, by the first watch tower I had reached the coach. He helped me, holding down the spray skirt down the rear contour of the rim while I vigorously stretched the loop grab forward. Thence I could delight in the simple pleasures of taut neoprene over the cockpit.
Riding against slow but the impetuous swells, the kayak was again governable.
Soon we attained the seawall that protects the shoreline under the old fort from the storm. As my friends landed in the sheltered lee, I paddled windward where a large, long swell surged over the sand floor.
I let the waves lift up the stern and steered the boat without ruddering, leaning slightly to avoid broaching. I reached the shore at a amazing speed.
I paddled backwards a lá Hutchinson and veered the boat to receive the white spray on my starboard gunwale. Edging, I braced high and low through the stretch of coast among bulwarks.
I returned to the protected shore where I lifted the kayak to let it rest carefully over the sand, and walked to the paved patio of the restaurant. The large tower, a narrow stretch of ground from us.
After a short mid-morning snack, we walked to the sea. This time I launched ahead of the rest to allow for a helping hand to hold the back of my Reed deck. Needless precaution. I managed to do it alone. Voilà! Mission accomplished.
As a light, tasty dessert we made our way back in force 5 winds through quartering seas. The new club member who bought the old battered boat from the coach, braved the conditions finely. I distinguished although, occasional, indistinct mumbling. Not extolling the virtues of the sport. Of this I am sure.
I rolled twice and found the water just fresh.

Posted on Sunday, February 26, 2006 at 05:14AM by Registered Commenter[Ignacio Wenley Palacios] in | Comments2 Comments

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"the Yacht Club does not offer a kayak launching valet service"! What a remarkable concept.

Shekayaker
February 26, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterWendy K.
I know. Ahead of its time, isn't it?
February 27, 2006 | Registered Commenter[Ignacio Wenley Palacios]

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