Orlando Fonseca
Photo Rob Lindgren
As we paddled out of the cove we passed a few div 4 paddlers. A group of paddlers ahead cut the corner through the shallows, I hit the mid road and Alastair went further out, most likely in deeper water and gained on me. When we came together he was in front. That wasn’t encouraging.
Several of the div
one and two paddlers started passing, but it was too hard and too washy to get a lift off them. Once we hit the Convict Fence line we followed the navigational posts, well most people did. Peter Pawlow slipped by, he is 70 but paddles like a 40 year old. By the time I did a circuit of the Convict Fence John Hilton who was in div 2 caught up. With a little effort I managed to get onto his rear wash and ride him for a while until reaching the point of the Canning Sailing Club. By now Alastair
wasn’t far in front, so I had a bit of joy in my heart, but I lost John and then Alastair jumped on his wash and got away from me again. My heart sank again.
It was here that I had to come to the realisation that Alastair will going to beat me and the fact that Erica was a long way ahead, it was time for a bit of sulking. Several other faster paddlers passed me on the shallow section
before the pipeline, some seemed to be skimming across the water like hovercrafts and made me feel a little inadequate.
To make matters worse I heard female voices just before the pipeline, but I couldn’t think who they could be. Whoever they were, they were catching me and that wasn’t good. I was thinking, what can I do to keep them at bay, probably paddle harder which I
did!
It was only a few hundred metres to the finish line and suddenly the nose of a blue and white kayak came up beside me. I still didn’t know who it was, but I was determined to show some grit and not let then pass. I put the power on and I managed to cross the line before Lily Farrel. I had a bit of a win, but she and Bronwyn who was just behind her started two minutes behind
me. Not a win at all. Oh dear more training for me.