With my 12 month SUP Challenge nearing an end, I have paddled 7723 kms so far. I still have 7 more days left before the end of month to get in a few more kilometres. 

What do you think my total will be by the end of the month?
 

By the looks of the ocean conditions in the World Ocean Racing Championships in South Africa I think I'm glad I stayed at home. It looks wild.

Ascot Progressive Racing Group

every Tuesday evening

The honeymoon is over.

Mr & Mrs Geraint & Izzy Maddison at the Ascot Progressive Racing Group time trial.

Julie McDonald & Jeannette Busch fight it out.

 3 x 1.3 km laps. One more lap to go. The faster paddlers are doing catch-up.

Doug Hodson and his wife Karen having a good time in New Zealand.

Up Coming Races

• 2/11/25 Moore River Marathon
• 8/11/25 IOP #4
• 16/11/25 Pinjarra to Ravenswood Marathon
• 7/12/25 Pairs Enduro - Get a partner and give this race a go. (Two single craft or two double craft.) Slowest teams go off first. 

The World Ocean Racing Championships

South Africa

A Wild Ride

The winner - Australia's Cory Hill.

Our best 5 Australian men were 

Cory Hill 1st

Oscar Jones 8th

Dylan Askew 22nd

Brendan Rice 24th

Joshua Trevarthen 34th 

Go to results for all categories......

Results here:-

2025 ICF Canoe Ocean Racing World Champs

Bea & Connor Jacob. 

A small wave heads towards the beach!

Down and over they go!

More testing conditions.

Connor & Beau Jacob rounding the buoy.

They won the Junior section.

Connor & Beau Jacob just cruising around the buoy.

No worries.

The surf landing shouldn't be too bad, should it!

Beau & Connor finish their race in the junior section.

They were first in the junior class.

That race was pretty cool!

Just a little bit lumpy.

The singles getting ready.

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Bea Jacob (left) coming ashore.

Bea was 26th in the U18 out of 43.

Bea Jacob coming ashore.

Connor Jacob ready for a wild ride.

Connor was 17th in the U18 out of 43.

Celebrating 50 Years of Paddling

The Year - 1983

Kimberley Kayak Expedition 2

After stocking up with fresh water from Casuarina Creek, I headed further upstream with the tide. Massive vertical cliffs lined the river and crocs mingled with the mangroves. When the tide turned I left this picturesque place and headed once more out to the coast. With strong winds behind me, I made excellent time heading towards King George River.

It was along this section of coast, on a storm tossed night in 1932, that two German aviators, Hans Bertram and Adolf Klausmann were forced to land their seaplane, ‘Atlantis’ after running out of fuel.

Near the mouth of the Berkeley River River.

About 10 kilometres before Cape Bernier a reef jutting out seaward was being battered by breaking waves. The wind was extremely strong and with no place to land I was forced two kilometres from the coast to try to round them. Soon after monstrous waves surrounded me. In the troughs of these monsters I was often several metres down. I gripped the sail line and rudder tiller bar but the rudder was not working properly and I was unable to check it. As I surfed down the huge waves reaching incredible speeds and with little control the waves pushed me around like a cork. A wave crashed down on my deck, caving in my spraydeck and for a few moments water poured in. Time and again I plunged into huge troughs, seeing only an enormous wall of water flying in front of me. I could hardly believe that the kayak was taking so much punishment but the outriggers gave it great stability. It was one of the most frightening times of my life, but after 40 terrifying minutes the water became calmer.

Tyring to get around Cape Bernier reef section.

About 10 kilometres before Cape Bernier a reef jutting out seaward was being battered by breaking waves. The wind was extremely strong and with no place to land I was forced two kilometres from the coast to try to round them. Soon after monstrous waves surrounded me. In the troughs of these monsters I was often several metres down. I gripped the sail line and rudder tiller bar but the rudder was not working properly and I was unable to check it.  As I surfed down the huge waves reaching incredible speeds and with little control the waves pushed me around like a cork. A wave crashed down on my deck, caving in my spraydeck and for a few moments water poured in. Time and again I plunged into huge troughs, seeing only an enormous wall of water flying in front of me. I could hardly believe that the kayak was taking so much punishment but the outriggers gave it great stability. It was one of the most frightening times of my life, but after 40 terrifying minutes the water became calmer.

I was surprised to see a Patrol Boat.

Entering the haven of Prince George River Harbour I was surprised to see a navy patrol boat and a yacht anchored there. A crew member on the patrol boat asked me on board to join them for a meal of steak and eggs. What a change from my dried foods.
The patrol boat was about to go on exercises, but they were having a rest day, so most of the men were on shore fishing and having a barbeque. The skipper on the yacht behind the patrol boat was called Mick and he turned out to be an old work friend whom I had not seen for eight years.

I was invited on board for steak and eggs. 
An old friend just happened to be the skippy of the yacht behind.

Later leaving the Patrol Boat with a bloated stomach I paddled over to the beach and I joined the crew of the patrol boat having their barbeque. They had been fishing all day and three sharks were left rotting near the water’s edge. Waste food left over from their barbeque was thrown in the mangroves, which made my beach a great invitation for a crocodile to visit. The Captain was young and quite tipsy. I had hoped they would be camping on the beach with me, but before dusk they jumped into their boats and headed back to the Patrol Boat.

Leaving me with all their waste I was a little concerned about crocodiles visiting me during the night so I tied my hammock high in the mangroves but because of their springy nature and my weight after climbing in, I finished up very close to the ground and with no height protection at all! I did however sleep with my rifle beside me wondering if I would still be alive in the morning. My dreams were not sweet…

King George River cliffs.

I awoke still alive which was a great relief. I had breakfast, packed up and headed upriver towards the King George Falls with the early tide to see the spectacular gorge and waterfall. Back in the bay I met up with Mick, his family and deckhand Norm Lindus. On board Mick told me a crocodile story. They were anchored near Bigge Island and a croc had spent some time watching his yacht. At midnight Mick went to relieve himself over the side of the boat when suddenly a croc leapt out of the water and tore a hole in the guard rail netting. Mick fell off balance and by the time he realised what was going on the croc leapt up again and took another mouthful out of the net. Luckily for Mick no equipment was damaged and his young children were not on deck. After that experienced he wouldn’t take a ride in his rubber ducky.

Heading up river to King George Falls.

My friends yacht who I hadn't seen for 8 years.

Amazing to have met Mick in the middle of nowhere.

Birds Along The Way

A Spoonbill collecting twigs.

I was beneath this Darter when I took this photo. It decided to go to the toilet but thankfully the spray of sh_t just missed me.

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