2016 11 25 - Tassie - game on

The kiting weekend was finally here after counting the days for several weeks.  The prospect of Tasmania had been the shining light in what had been a pretty tough run at work and home.

It dawned on me on the plane as we flew into Tassie just how amazing this had the potential to be.  A rugged coastline with seemingly beautiful beaches as far as the eye could see - we all got off the plane as excited as little schoolchildren.  We piled into our rented van - Peter, Tarren, Stuart, James and I - and beat a path to Marrawah - where a good surf and strong wind was forecast.

It was about a 2.5 hour drive, but upon arrival we were delighted to find a magic beach with good waves, and strong wind.  Pete had got in touch with the Tassie kiting crew - lead by a guy called Peter - who met us at the beach.  We'd scoped out that we needed to walk a little way down the beach to get the SW wind that was blowing - and we headed his advice (thankfully) of putting up the small kites.

As soon as we got kites up we realised it was honking.  The local boys tried to stay close to the coast to ride a better break, but we went more downwind to take advantage of way cleaner wind - and bigger, more chaotic surf.  It was a magical couple of hours - surfing predominantly big waves in high powered wind - sometimes being overpowered in one of the windiest spots in Tassie.  Magical to have all the time in the world and also to have a swathe of capable kiters to share the waves with - at times we were 3 to a wave which was a real hoot.

Unfortunately the kite camera shifted so the shots were all over the place - but oh my god - what an amazing session.  We topped it off with great accomodation at Arthur river and an amazing meal at the pub.  Great start !


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