Equipment [23]

Trees Triumph Over Tupperware

By Norm Sanders

There I was, next to the boat ramp at Womboyn Lake, alone in ‘Greens Cost Jobs’ country. I had unloaded my strip-planked East Greenland inspired kayak Tigara from the car and was awaiting my paddling companions.

A group of fish killers approached. As a bearded hippie, I braced myself for the verbal and/or physical abuse which has so often been my lot. Their leader spotted Tigara and steered his beer belly in her direction. He smiled tentatively at me. I guess it was meant to be friendly, but his missing front teeth detracted from the warmth of the greeting.

Norm in his new Western Red Cedar strip Panache

The F.K. opened conversation with, “Not a bad looking boat.”

I said “Thanks.”

He said, “Build it yourself?”

I said “Yes,” and then added the information that it had taken 360 hours.

“Geez,” said the now assembled school of FK’s.

They seemed genuinely interested, so I showed them how the strips were glued together edge to edge and then fiberglassed inside and out. I let them lift the hull to see how light and stiff it was.

After some more small talk they muttered a chorus of “Good on ya’s,” picked up their weapons and wandered off. I marvelled that a wooden boat could so easily offer a passage over such a wide cultural gulf. I guess it’s not so surprising, really.

The human race has been paddling around in wooden boats for a very long time. So long, in fact, that everyone has an ingrained appreciation of wooden craft. Humans also have an innate fondness for sheer – the beautiful sweeping curve of a deckline which starts from a high stern, swoops to a lower midship section, and then soars to an even higher bow.

What better combination of timber and sheer than in an East Greenland kayak? (Hold on, I hear the purists braying, Inuit kayaks were built of hide stretched over dritwood frames. True, but as George Dyson says about his aluminium and hypalon Baidarkas, they would have used these materials if they had them.)

The first boat I ever built (1958) was a Malibu Outrigger, a mulithull sailboat. She was 1/4″ plywood, with pronounced sheer. In those days, the Malibu Outriggers, which we actually sailed off the beach at Malibu, were the fastest boats around. One day a surfer we knew came by and took measurements of the boats. We asked him why. He said he was thinking of going into production of a surfing multihull. He was planning to use fiberglass rather than ply and wanted to build cats instead of outriggers. He wondered if any of us would be interested in buying into the project. We, with our massive hubris, said ‘Nah, your idea will never sell, Hobie…’

A little while later, a guy came to the beach with a contraption he had built. We lords of the beach tried it in the surf and pronounced it a dismal failure. He was undeterred. He refined the design and called it a ‘Windsurfer.’ And so slowly, we learned humility.

Over the years I built a timber, carvel planked yacht and three Grand Banks dories, with lots of nice sheer, again out of plywood. I still have one. And then I discovered kayaking. My first sea kayak was an Estuary, an unfortunate name for a craft which I regularly paddle on the Tuross Bar. People seemed to react adversely to the name. I consistently got ‘Pittaraked’ until I took off the Estuary lettering on the hull and replaced it with large letters spelling ORCA.

I decided that I wanted to build a wooden kayak. I wrote to Pygmy Kayaks and Chesapeake Light Craft in the US for information. They had plans and kits for plywood construction, which was a comfortable option for me. I liked the Pygmy design best, Until I got some information on Rob Mack’s Panache stripper design. I knew it would be a lot of work, but it was worth it.

There is only one trouble with paddling a work of art. Tigara is plenty strong enough, but I hate the thought of scratching her. So… back to plywood for a quick little zinger for bouncing off rocks. I took the basic hull shape of Christopher Cunningham’s Greenland inspired design which was published in the US magazine ‘Sea Kayaker’. I squeezed it down to 15’6″ so it would fit in the shed where I keep my kayaks (except for Tigara, who is allowed in the house). I am also redesigning the deck and hatch system. I like my aft hatch to be in the bulkhead behind the seat to leave the aft deck clear and to make long items easier to load.

I found some inexpensive 3.6mm exterior plywood and started work. The hull is now all glassed and Im ready for the deck. So far I have spent about 30 hours on the new boat. With Tigara, I was still building the construction jigs after this much time. 50 or 60 hours should see the new kayak, Taku (another Inuit name) in the water. I am designing it to be simple to build and CHEAP – about $400. I am making paper templates for all the panels so that others can quickly lay out the shapes if they have a yen to build their own kayaks.

After a lifetime around boats, I have settled on sea kayaks as the most satisfying and intimate way to experience the moods of the ocean. The simplicity of equipment – a kayak and paddle – is very appealing after having owned ocean racing yachts. Tupperware kayaks are fine, but for the most pleasure you can’t beat a wooden boat you’ve built yourself.

Secretary’s Rap [23]

By Gary Edmond

I’ve just returned from one month’s absence. Fortunately most of that was spent paddling in Bass Strait with the inestimable Arunas Pilka. It was a good time-more will be said in coming issues. My absence has resulted in a delayed correspondence, also exacerbated by an unprecedented experience; summer employment. This has been keeping me busy and Dirk, the ‘Patron Saint of Students’, happy. If you’ve sent an unanswered letter or are a new member the ‘backlog’ is being caught up with.

My unexpected absence has meant that the index catalogue will be postponed. The Royal Banquet paddle was also postponed because many of the regular paddlers were already committed. Correspondence was mainly bills and a couple of international enquiries. One of the latter led an English visitor, Leslie Montague, to join a group which spent New Year stranded on the Toll Gate islands with absurdly insufficient volumes of alcohol for a sleep under the stars. She was great company for such an occasion.

South Coast News [23]

By Nick Gill

In The Deep South

There has been a bit of paddling on the far south coast of NSW and into Victoria. Myself, Jacque Windh and Norm Sanders spent a week in Nadgee Nature Reserve. We spent most of our time at Nadgee Bech and Merrica River, undertaking day paddles, slothing and a number of walks. Meanwhile Ron Mudie has been off on a solo adventure, paddling from Mallacoota to Wingan Inlet. Ron had a number of wildlife encounters. Camping just north of the inlet, he was visited one morning by a dingo. Ron also came across a seal, asleep while adrift on the water. Ron ran his hand gently along the seal, waking it up.

Boat Building

Boat building and modification is also on the agenda. Ron Mudie is building a Greenland style boat. Ron reports that he will have a mould off in a few weeks. The boat will be along the lines of a Nordkapp, with VCP hatches and a length of 17’10”. Ron will be trialling an integrated rudder system on the boat, and plans to tape it together, avoiding lumps of resin at each end. Norm Sanders is busy building a wooden kayak. David Winkworth has modified his Puffin to do away with the large (and leaky) rear hatch. Dave has cut away the existing plastic hatch coaming and has attached a moulded fibreglass plate that takes a VCP hatch. Being a Puffin owner myself, I agree with the need for improvement in the rear hatch Puffin setup. However, I am not sure that I am brave as Dave. Dave, keep us posted.

Sedimentary Sea Kayaks

Sea kayaks were recently spotted by Norm Sanders on the Tuross estuary. The kayakers were geomorphologists from James Cook University. They were conducting research on sedimentation in the estuary and use Seafarers as a platform from which to sample estuary sediments. As part of their visit they talked to the local community Tuross estuary management group, about their work and the effects of upstream logging.

Jervis Bay Weekend

The weekend at Honeymoon Bay on the 11th and 12th of February was well attended by paddlers from Sydney, Canberra and elsewhere. Many of those who came were new or relatively new to the sea kayaking. The weekend was relaxed and the weather near perfect. Highlights included caves, surfing and instruction in Honeymoon Bay itself. Feedback so far indicates that the newcomers appreciated the weekend and were able to gain skills and new experiences, such as going into sea caves little wider than one’s kayak.

Canberra Paddling

The Canberra Pod is meeting on Wednesday evenings at 6pm for paddling on Lake Burley Griffin. Meet at Yarralumla Bay. Call Nicholas Gill or any other Canberra Paddlers for information. Meanwhile, the number of active Canberra Members continues to grow, with David Whyte the latest to join. A recent visitor was John Cordwell from Bowral, who is looking to purchase a kayak. Jacque Windh is currently in New Zealand with her Feathercraft. On a competative note, Arunas Pilka and John Wilde recently took part in the annual Lake Burley Griffin Bash. Arunas, in his Arctic Raider, managed to break the course sea kayak record by some ten minutes.

Paddling Rangiroa [23]

By Jacqueline Windh

“Why Rangiroa?” people kept asking me. “I’ve never heard of the place” they would say.

That’s exactly why – neither had I!

I selected Rangiroa because of its inaccessibility (200 km NE of Tahiti), and its small population (approx. 2000). Also, an important feature in selecting Rangiroa over other contenders (Manihi, Maupiti and Huahine) was the fact that at Rangiroa, the fringing reef makes an almost complete ring around the sheltered lagoon – something that as a solo paddler I considered an important safety factor.

Jacqueline’s sea kayak was a novelty for Rangiroan and all of the locals had to try it

Rangiroa is the world’s second largest atoll. (An atoll is a ring of coral which was once a fringing reef around a volcanic island.) Rangiroa’s lagoon is 80 km east-to-west, and 50 km north-to-south. Rangiroa’s volcano sank below the ocean floor somewhere between 5 and 10 million years ago. What remains now is a ring of sandy coral islands. In the northern part of the atoll, these palm-fringed islands are up to several hundred metres wide, stand up to 5 metres above sea level, and are separated by scattered watery passes through which the tidal currents flow. In the southern part of the atoll, these “islands” are really just wave-washed patches of reef. Rangiroa’s two villages, Avatoru and Tiputa, are located on adjacent islands at the northwest end of the atoll. The airstrip is on a narrow strip of land just east of Avatoru, and is serviced by flights from Papeete (Tahiti).

Accommodation on Rangiroa is quite limited. There is one luxury resort with 30 bungalows, and a few smaller lodges with bungalows. Aside from that, there are several family-run pensions, where you can either set up your tent or occupy a little bungalow, and take meals with the family. I had opted to stay Chez Nanua, run by Nanua and Marie Tamaehu, on the lagoon-side of the island near Avatoru. Setting up my tent, and three meals a day (1001 variations on fish and rice) cost about $25 per day. Nanua’s daughter Marguerite collected me at the airport, and drove me to their home, where I set up my tent on the coralline sand.

Paddling a Feathercraft in the lagoon’s sheltered waters

I had left Australia in a mad work induced rush. By the time I boarded the flight from Canberra, I had barely slept for days. With stopovers, each of several hours, in Sydney, Auckland and Papeete, by the time I arrived on Rangiroa I was a wreck. On top of this, I had decided to use my “relaxing Polynesian escape” as a time to give up caffeine, so I had a pounding withdrawal headache.

For the first few days, I did not do much more than rest under the palms by the lagoon – acclimatizing to the heat and humidity, getting over my exhaustion and jet-lag, and, worst of all, suffering from intense caffeine withdrawal. I set up my Feathercraft and went for a few short paddles, and enjoyed the pleasant snorkelling from my doorstep. Two little girls from the seemingly endless Tamaehu household, Faaitini and Annanine, latched onto me, and I gradually regained my confidence in speaking French by conversing with them.

I rented a bicycle a couple of times, pedalling west and east to examine the passes at Avatoru and Tiputa. At Avatoru the current swirled through blue water, at a faster pace than I could paddle against, and met the ocean swell well out to sea. At Tiputa, however, the current was very strong, forming standing waves as big as a car, out of which dolphins leapt and played. I tried to make sense of the timing of the tide changes, but found it difficult. The locals had told me that the tide changes approximately every six hours, but “no one ever knows exactly when”. To the best that I can figure out, this is because of the very few passes between the ocean and the lagoon, and the prevailing easterly winds moving water across the lagoon towards the west – the time that the current in the passes changes depends on both the tides and on the winds. This is the best explanation I can come up with – in any case, the current at Tiputa seemed to always be flowing out, no matter what time of day I went to look.

Finally I was feeling fit and ready to paddle. I made the decision to leave the next morning, only to realize today was Saturday – shops would be closed all afternoon and all day tomorrow, so I could get no groceries or fuel for my stove. My flight out of Rangiroa was booked for the next Saturday – in order to allow time for delays due to weather, as well as time to dry out and take apart my boat, I should plan to return from my paddling trip by the Wednesday. This only left three days for my paddling trip – much shorter than I had intended, but I had not thought that the caffeine withdrawal would be so bad! In any case, if I returned back here on the Wednesday, it would allow me plenty of time for more day trips.

I spent two days quizzing the locals about ocean conditions. With my Canadian-accented French and their Polynesian-accented French, communications were sometimes laborious and often humorous. Nanua was a wealth of information in disguise – he looked like a Buddha, and was so large that he could barely walk. He passed his days ordering the female children of the household to bring him food and drink. However, in a past life he had been a fisherman, and he still owned a black pearl farm in the lagoon. He could give me the Polynesian and French names of every aquatic creature I described to him from my snorkelling activities.

Camping in total privacy on a sparsely populated Polynesian atoll

It turned out that Nanua owned some land at Teavatia, 15 km to the west of Avatoru, at the northwest corner of the atoll. He said I could camp anywhere that I wanted to while paddling, but suggested that I camp on his land at Teavatia. I thanked him for the offer. He, Marie and Marguerite all took an interest in my paddling. Marie warned me not to stop on any island where I saw people – in particular, the islands immediately west of Avatoru. “They are copra plantations. The men there work hard and drink a lot. When they see a woman, who knows what might happen”. Nanua talked to me about the winds and the tides. Marguerite asked for details of where I would be camped, and when I expected to be back. I was grateful for their kind concern – it is often difficult for a solo paddler far from home to organize a “check-in”, in case for some reason you don’t return. I told them I expected to be back on Wednesday afternoon – however, if a strong easterly was blowing, I might not be back until Thursday. If I hadn’t returned by first thing Friday morning, they would come out looking for me.

Another local told me about the mara’amu, a strong southeasterly that blows from time to time, day and night. “It usually lasts for three or four days, but once it blew for two weeks. You cannot paddle against it – you must just sit tight. So you must carry lots of water.” He told me how, several years ago, some Americans had shown up planning to circumnavigate the interior of the lagoon (approximately 200 km) in a double folding kayak. Halfway around they were hit by the mara’amu. They camped for several days, resorting to opening coconuts for their water supply, and eventually were rescued by locals.

But the one main concern I had was sharks. Rangiroa’s lagoon and passes are known, especially to the diving community, for their abundant sharks. In the pass by Tiputa is an underwater cave which regularly has about 100 sharks in it (together with dolphins, debunking that myth!). When I asked, Nanua said not to worry about sharks; they are mostly black-tipped reef sharks, and they do not attack people. Marie told me the only attack on record was provoked: a fisherman had speared a shark, then fallen overboard, and had his arm eaten. Nanua said that, if you are going to worry about something, forget sharks, worry about the barracuda!

Finally, on the Monday morning I set out. My groceries were purchased and stowed (the lack of choice made shopping quite quick and easy). I had purchased a Trangia stove before leaving Australia, thinking that metho would be the easiest fuel to find here – but I didn’t know how to say metho in French! So I asked in French, literally, for “alcohol, not to drink, but alcohol to burn”, (in French, “alcool a bruler”) and thought myself quite clever when I was shown a bottle that had “Alcool a Bruler” written on the side of it.

I paddled westward from Nanua’s place, with the prevailing easterly pushing gently against my back. As usual, it was hot and humid, with a blue sky and patches of grey rainy cumulus cloud. I had a map that Nanua had given me – an A4 photocopy of a fax of the whole atoll. At that scale, the narrow island strips show up only as black lines, and it is difficult to tell which gaps between islands are true passes, and which are simply lower-lying sandy areas that are only washed by waves during a storm swell. As I paddled, I soon realized that none of the passes west of Avatoru connected the lagoon to the ocean during calm conditions. And that explained why the tidal currents in the passes at Avatoru and Tiputa raged so strongly – these two narrow passes were the only drains for a huge area of this giant lagoon.

The scenery remained the same as I paddled – no topography, just palm-fringed sand to my right, and open turquoise lagoon to my left. I did not see any people, but heeding Marie’s warning, I did not land until I was over 10 km west of Avatoru, and could see the curve of the atoll at Teavatia ahead of me. I had a quick, late lunch, then continued my paddle westward. The sun by now was in the west, silhouetting my destination, and reflecting more and more in my face as it sank lower in the sky. I reached the corner of the atoll, and turned to the south, looking periodically to the right for the bungalows Nanua had described.

As the sun got lower, it became harder to make out details on the land, and a large shallow reef was forcing me to paddle several hundred metres out from shore. Beyond the reef I could see what looked like a pass to the ocean, and from the map it appeared that this should be Teavatia, but I could see no bungalows. I paddled up and down the reef, trying to look for a gap I could paddle through towards shore, but my investigation was hampered by the sun reflecting from the water into my eyes. I finally made it through a tiny gap in the reef, with minimal scratching and bumping, only to find that there were more reefs ahead. I squeezed back out through my gap (a bit easier this time since I could at least see into the water), and headed back north along the reef to a pretty little beach I had seen just to the north. I found a gap of dead and broken coral in the reef very close to shore, and dragged the boat over it, then paddled up to the little beach. I asked myself why I had been aiming for the bungalows at Teavatia when heaven awaited me here!

I was parked at a beach on a lagoon within a lagoon within a lagoon. The innermost lagoon was a still, shallow pond of coralline mud, with sea cucumbers, mud crabs and a few darting fish. Baby palms sprouting from coconuts lined the beach. Behind the beach was a mesh of intergrown coconut palms and a stagnant pond. I could hear the roar of the ocean through the palms. A quiet, Polynesian paradise all to myself! Exactly what I had hoped for, but had not dared to think I might find.

I set up my tent, then started cooking my meal as the sun set – a standard one-pot affair to be eaten out of the Trangia pot. By the time it was cooked, it was dark. The meal was too hot to eat, so I placed it on the sand to cool while I read a book by the light of my headlamp. Five minutes later I turned to my pot of food – it was surrounded by a ring of giant hermit crabs, waving their antennae against the sides of the pot, obviously trying to work out where the delicious smell was coming from. As I ate my meal, the crabs scoured the ground around me for flecks of onion peel, and bits of spice that had blown out of the pot. These crabs became my companions in my days of solitude here, and I got to know them both by appearance (their shell “house”) and by personality – which ones would march up and eat out of my hand, and which ones would duck into their shell, not to re-emerge until late in the night, after I had gone to bed.

By the next morning, I had decided to stay in this idyllic spot for my second night. I went for a day-paddle south, past Teavatia. I saw the bungalows this time, lit brightly by the morning sun. I continued south about 5 km, until I could see the next big pass. South of here the islands are much smaller and lower, more wave-washed and less vegetated. Then I turned around and paddled back to my camp for lunch. After lunch I went for a snorkel over the reef. The water was so warm that I stayed in for a long time, floating in 1 to 2 metres of water, looking at brightly coloured fish and clams. After a while I ventured further out, to where the reef dropped off and the sandy bottom was only dimly visible through the blue water. A flash of movement caught the corner of my eye, and I turned to see a shark cruising directly toward me. The photographer in me took over, and I clutched my Minolta Weathermatic. However, as the camera clicked against my mask, the shark turned and with a powerful flick of its tail it was gone. It had been close to 1.5 m in length, and had been only 3 or 4 metres away from me when it turned. My heart was pounding with excitement. However, that encounter allayed my fears of sharks, and from that time on all of my snorkelling outings included moving out beyond the reef, looking for sharks (I saw four in all).

I spent another evening in the peaceful company of my hermit crab companions, this time feeding them veggie scraps as I cooked. Above the water, there was little wildlife to see – a few frigate birds and the occasional sea turtle by day, and the crabs by night (they spent their days roosting in trees!).

The next day was Wednesday, the day I had planned to return. The weather was so fine that I really did not feel like paddling back to Avatoru so soon – my flight out was not until Saturday. But I knew I should not take any risks with that – I wanted to pack my boat dry, and at Avatoru it dumps rain several times a day. After a leisurely lounge on the beach and some snorkelling, I broke camp and paddled back to the east. The gentle headwind was a welcome change, and did not hinder my progress.

As I approached Avatoru, I skirted wide around the pass. The tide was going out, and I knew from my previous day paddles that it could pull you into the pass quite quickly. Soon the green bungalows Chez Nanua came into view, and I landed at the beach. The children came to greet me, and to carry and examine all of my gear.

I had not known what to expect in going to Rangiroa. What I found was a small island community that has only been slightly “Frenchified”. Although French is spoken by everyone, the natives still speak Tahitian at home – in contrast to most Polynesian cultures where the language has been lost to all except the universities, e.g. Hawaii, Tahiti. The men walk around town playing their ukeleles and singing; men and women both would smile and say hello to me on the road; and the children grow up in and near the ocean.

As a sea kayaking destination, it ranks in the class of “use your kayak to get to where other people can’t”, rather than “paddling for paddling’s sake”. Paddling in the passes would be very exciting in the right kind of boat – either a whitewater boat, or a technically skilled and experienced paddler in a good, manoeuvrable sea kayak. However, it would be difficult to get anything other than a folding kayak there. A large boat which will take passengers sails regularly from Papeete to Rangiroa, so presumably a rigid boat could be brought on that, but getting the boat to Papeete in the first place would be expensive. From what the locals told me, mine was the third sea kayak ever to have been there. If I was going back there, I would plan on allowing plenty of time to circumnavigate rather than do the short paddle I did, and I would bring a really big knife to open coconuts with.

For diving, Rangiroa is considered to be one of the best spots in the world. Since it is an atoll, with no land mass and therefore no rivers, the water is crystal clear and the sea life (sharks, dolphins, spotted manta rays, and the usual pretty coloured things) is amazing.

For those whose vacations must always have high adventure and danger, Rangiroa might not be for you. For those who like something a bit more slow-paced and relaxing, and who value the opportunity to see and get to know a very different place – the people, the geography, the animal life – I highly recommend it. And if you don’t want to go somewhere you have heard of before (by reading this article), the Tuamaotu Archipelago has 77 other atolls in it (including the infamous Moruroa), most of which are even harder to get to than Rangiroa.

Fact Box
Boat: Feathercraft K1 Expedition
Paddles: Werner Little Dipper 4-piece breakdown and Werner San Juan 2-piece breakdown
Tent: Eureka Autumn Wind
Stove: Trangia
Water: five 4-litre wine-cask bags was more than enough for the three days
Travel: Qantas to Papeete, then Air Tahiti to Rangiroa

President’s Report [23]

By David Winkworth

Hello everyone. If you were one of the many club members who came to our annual Rock ‘n Roll weekend at Patonga, you would have been less than impressed by the behaviour of a group of campers adjacent to our area. Although I managed to sleep through the worst noise on both nights, it was neverthless a 48 hour display of bad manners and lack of consideration for fellow campers.

Complaints to the ONE caretaker on duty in daylight hours achieved nothing. However, on return home we sent a letter to Gosford City Council – the owners of the caravan park – and the Patonga Progress Association.

We are still waiting for a reply from the Council but the Progress Association has informed us that 2 security guards are now stationed there from 9pm to 2m each Fri & Sat night.

This is perhaps a start towards 24hr on site supervision but many members were quite justified, in my view, talking of relocating the weekend training event this year. Tuross Lakes on the South Coast has been mentioned as a possible venue.

In spite of the disturbance, it was again a great training weekend with many paddlers achieving a quality roll and others getting very close … Keep practising!

Sea kayaking businesses continue to grow in South East Australia. Patrick Dibben operating ‘Natural Wanders’ on Sydney Harbour has quit his ‘daytime job’, as has Andrew Lewis, director of ‘Sea Kayak Australia’ which is based in Victoria. Both these businesses are now full time. They are responsible ambassadors for sea kayaking and deserve our support. Good luck guys!

If you have bought a leaky kayak recently, you have good reason to complain! The quality of boats on the market now, with one or two exceptions, is higher than it was 5 years ago. It is time for buyer resistance to put an end to poor quality workmanship! Kayak manufacturers ARE responding to paddlers needs. Outside taped seams on kayaks ARE available … Super-strong deckline fittings ARE available to customer wishes… ‘podded’ or minimum volume cockpits ARE available. To my mind, industry is responding to paddler’s wishes. We should support the businesses that give us what we want in boats. It can only improve the breed!

Last issue, I mentioned that Dirk Stuber stood down as Trips Convenor early in the Club year. I neglected to mention that Dirk has served on the Executive for 3 straight years prior to this one, two as treasurer and one as trips convenor. Thanks Dirk.

I took my family along to Nick Gill’s Honeymoon Bay Weekend at Jervis Bay last weekend. The Gods smiled on us and it was perfect weather for a family camp, which made a nice chance from the weather experienced on our last foray!

If you get the chance to attend a laid back ‘single base’ weekend…do so. It’s good fun. Isn’t that what sea kayaking’s about?

Go for a paddle!

From the Net [23]

Sea Kayak Club Aims and Objectives

Members may remember that this topic was raised at the AGM. I feel that we should discuss this matter over the coming months around the camp fire etc. and perhaps arrive at a desirable set of aims and objectives for our next AGM.

As our sea kayak club continues to grow I feel some defined direction is important.

Please, let’s have some discussion on the matter during club outings.

OK, here are a few points that I jotted down recently. They are presented without qualification as they are fairly self-explanatory.

  1. To act, through the club’s magazine and the Infoline, as a contact point for members paddling related activites.
  2. To promote sea kayaking in the general community as an enjoyable social and environmentally responsible wilderness pursuit.
  3. To promote, organise and conduct sea kayaking training programs for all skill levels.
  4. To liaise with sea kayaking retailers and manufacturers in the design and adoption of quality craft and practical safety ideas.
  5. To encourage respect for our environment and wild places and the practise of minimum impact camping.
  6. To support environmental study and lobby gfroups, both morally and, where appropriate, by supplying skills and finance.
  7. To represent sea kayakers generally in consulations with government departments at all levels.

Have a problem with any of the above? …Want to add a point or two? …let’s hear your views. David Winkworth

Expedition Notice – Sea Kayaking Svalbard

Svalbard is a Norwegian island group about half way between the northern tip of Norway and the North Pole. During the three month summer, the northernmost remnants of the Gulf Stream warm the surrounding seas enough to melt the sea ice back to 82 degrees North. This is as far north as it is possible to go in a kayak anywhere in the world.

The scenery is rugged and spectacular. On shore and inland the ground is bare rock, ice-cap or tundra. Tundra in flower can be a riot of colour, as all the plants try to grow, flower and set seed before the summer is over. From the sea there are many fjords, tidewater glaciers and snow-covered peaks.

Svalbard has about 2700 human inhabitants, mostly working three coal mines. The Spitsbergen reindeer, arctic fox and the polar bear are the only native land mammals. Sea mammals include various whales, seals and walrus. 40 species of sea-birds migrate to Svalbard for the summer.

The North Atlantic and the North Sea have a reputation for foul weather. Svalbard is an exception, with two thirds of summer days at dead calm to gentle breezes and only 4% of days with gales (RN Arctic Pilot NP11).

Most of the Arctic is technically a desert. Svalbard is no exception, with only around 200 mm of precipitation, mostly as winter snow. Summer temperatures average 6 C on the coast. Sea temperatures are low too. The West Spitsbergen current warms the surface waters to 2 C, but mixes with the East Spitsbergen current at about -2 C. Drysuits!

I am organising a sea kayak trip for July to September 1995. My basic plan is to fly to Longyearbyen, then explore the fjords, glaciers, national parks and wildlife sanctuarys on the western and northern coasts of Spitsbergen.

The trip is open to NSW Sea Kayakers and friends.

Andrew Eddy

Sea Kayaking – The Magazine

In recent correspondence with editor Chris Cunningham, he stated that ‘I’d love to carry more stories from Australian paddlers’. Now guys and gals this magazine (unlike your poverty stricken magazine) pays real dollars – and US ones to boot!

He has sent me a copy of the magazine’s ‘Writer’s Guidelines’ which I am happy to photocopy and send to anyone who is interested. It is too lenghy to include here. So if the chance to make money and have an even better excuse to go paddling appeal give me a call.

Wave~Length Magazine February/March 1995

Geneticist David Suzuki is now writing a regular column. In this edition he writes about ‘A need for Nature – part of our destiny’ and uses Biophilia, a biologist Edward O Wilson’s term based on the Greek words for ‘life’ and ‘love’. He quotes from two fascinating books Wilson’s ‘Biophilia: the Human Bond with Other Species (Harvard Uni Press 1984) and ‘The Biophilia Hypothesis’ (Island Press Washington 1993). In the latter, Yale Professor Stephen Keller says:

“The biophilia hypothesis proclaims a human dependency on nature that extends far beyond the simple issue of material and physical sustenance to encompass as well as the human craving for aesthetics, intellectual, cognitive and even spiritual meaning and satisfaction … a scientific claim of a human need … for deep and initimate association with the natural environment… The degradation of this human dependence on nature brings the increased likelihood of a deprived and diminished existence … Much of the human search for a coherant and fulfilling existence is ultimately dependant on our relationship to nature.”

Little wonder sea kayaking is such joy.

Myall Lakes Paddle [23]

An ‘Intro To Touring’ Sojourn

By Alex Preema

Once again, the Myall Lakes sojourn for club members who haven’t tried distance paddling and living out of a kayak was blessed with fantastic weather – tailwinds and sunshine heading north and idyllic fusion between heaven and earth touring about. It did change on the afternoon of the last day but dark clouds and wind are an effective antidote to post expedition blues. The port around the evening candle (and fire on the second night) was hardly necessary as we were already intoxicated by the Myall sunsets. Scarcely a mosquito was blatted and our possum guests were as charming as ever, unlike their Tasmanian cousins. And the company of paddlers produced a mixture as colourful and eccentric as youre likely to meet. I will never forget, for instance, the duel of the Trangias during our lunch break on Stag Island nor the tales around the campfire of life in a tree house in the Daintree rainforest. There was, however, a sour note to marr the weekend – we were plagued by people. Perhaps fifty or sixty over the three days! Ah, don’t let me describe the event through my biased and slightly tired eyes but, rather, read the impressions of two club ‘Myall Lakes first-timers’.

The Myall Lakes are a wonderful place to explore by paddle. There are a multitude of hidden inlets and vast expanses of lakes. The bird life in the area is extensive and there are plenty of good places to camp. On the weekend we were there, during the cooler months, there were relatively few other people around. It is a great place to clock up a few miles and share a relaxing weekend with other paddlers.

Kevin Bones

Having started paddling in early 1994 with a Sea Proficiency Award completed and the ability to roll under controlled conditions, it was time for a touring trip. With vivid memories of ‘Don’t Mine Myall Lakes’ stickers from the 70s and a sense of shame in having passed the area so many times on trips to destinations further north, my time of reckoning had arrived. Time to lay my dormant curiousity at rest, a curiosity that stemmed from an almost romantic fascination with this, for me, unexplored destination as well as an opportunity to experience ‘living’ out of a boat for a few days.

Looking forward to a break from work and not wishing to rough it too much, I decided that packing an over-abundant food supply and other creature comforts would not only ensure that I was both comfortable and well fed but that I could also experience paddling a relatively heavily kayak. Arriving at Nerong on Saturday morning I met Alex Preema, our trip leader, Kevin and ‘Gages’, all of us forming a complement of four, diverse individuals who had met for the first time. Subsequent to a round of introductions we were soon on the water and bound for Myall Lake to the north. The incredible vastness of the lake system became apparent very quickly.

Various exploratory diversions were taken en-route before completing the days paddling assisted by a very strong tail wind, which, on occasions enabled surfing the choppy lake swell. Gages and I decided that a pre-dinner drink was in order as a magnificent sunset was slowly taken in acrosss the lake. Eventually it was time for dinner. Whilst Kevin and Alex were well under way with meal preparations, Gages, a vegetarian, discovered that his fresh vegetables were still in the car. I was pleased to be able to share with him, from my over-abundant supply of provisons, a complete range of this favourite vegies, steamed in the billy, of course. We were joined by many curious possums, one of which insisted on hanging from a tree branch above my Trangia stove like and intending kamekazi for the duration of the cooking.

The second day was spend exploring Myall Lake, its foreshores and some of its islands. The group was getting along very well together and I found Alex’s and Gage’s knowlege of the flora and fauna we encountered very informative. On the third day we returned to Nerong taking time to cross Bombah Broadwater to Mungo Brush, where a short bushwalk afforded a view of Broughton Island.

The most immediate reassurance I gained from our return to Nerong was the discovery of my thongs so far into the extremities of my forward compartment that it was no wonder I couldn’t find them during the trip.

Patrick Carmody

Facts
Itinerary: Nerong — Bombah Broadwater — Boolambayte Lake — Myall Lake and return
Base Camp: Shelly Beach
Kayaks: Rosco, Puffin, Mirage and Pittarak
Distance Paddled: 75km
Most Popular Stove: Trangia

Editor’s (and Author’s) Note: There is an eight day Myall Lakes journey described in detail within the book ‘Canoe Touring In Australia’. The tour begins at Bulahdelah, takes in all the lakes and ends at Tea Gardens. For the research of this tour I paddled a folding Pouch Eureka 2 sea kayak.