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Published: Sun, 06/18/17
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16th June 2017
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terry@canoeingdownunder.com.au - www.canoeingdownunder.com.au
- 0417 977 330
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Time is flying by and now I'm counting down
the days before taking off for Canada. I have done less paddling
this week, too much to prepare and there is no point in paddling
hard and killing myself before I go. As you can see from the
letter below from John, he is living it up in Europe and he
has only done one hours training session since the middle
of May. It won't take him long to get fit though and the first
few days along the 500km section of Lake Superior we will
be taking it easy! So I told him!
Once we get started we will be camping all the
way, carrying about 3-4 weeks of food and all our gear in
our kayaks needed for the 2500km paddle. Different from some
of my early expeditions around the Kimberley coast where I
had no communication with the outside world, this trip I will
have a Satellite phone for semi-emergencies and those times
when there is no mobile connection (which will be lot of the
way), and need to contact someone, a PLB (distress beacon)
for real emergencies, a Spot Locator for emergencies and for
letting family and friends know where we are every night.
All these use satellites. Then I have a mobile phone, an ipad,
a gps, maps and compass. What happen to the days of exploring
just with map and a compass?
Although we have all this safety equipment to
save our lives, being capsized in the 4 degree Lake Superior
can have us die of hypothermia in less than 10- 15 minutes.
I better not tell John this fact, and I forgot to tell him
that the maximum wave height recorded in Lake Superior was
51 feet near Whitefish Bay which we will be passing. On the
bright side we have no sharks or crocodiles to content with,
only black bears when we land.
As you can imagine I won't be sending any newsletters
out until September 16th as I will have my hands full and
I won't be near my computor. I will however send updates via
my blog or on facebook whenever possible.
I will be sending two more newsletters out before
I leave on the 30th June, which will be my 550th newsletter.
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Hi Terry
In Macedonia the furthest South and East we will be travelling.
We shall be making our way back to Calais about 2500 kms from
here and nine countries.
John Breed touring Europe with his wife Helen
and training hard for our 2500km paddle across Canada!
I managed to get a one hour paddle in today
on Lake Oridsko.
Lovely campsite $15 a night including Power,
WiFi and Kayak use. Beer is less than a dollar.
Working on my tan and waste line, my favourite shorts no longer
fit.
24 degs at 5 o'clock, cycled into town to do our shopping
$22 for three days.
Chicken curry for tea and a bottle of Spanish red (should
be white with chicken, drunk that yesterday)
That's my training regimen for Canada.
Not long to go now and I will be on my way to Canada.
Hope your plans/training are/is going well.
See you soon. John
Lake Oridsko. Macedonia
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Riverland Paddling
Marathon
South Australia
On the Murray River
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Upper Swan Marathon
The young guns Luke Dooley & Max Smith
heading for the Marathon World Championships in South Africa
in September take off next to Mike & Peter Liddle. Only
27kms to go. Photo John O'Sullivan
Ramon Andersson & Yale Steinepreis compete
in the 12km course. Photo John O'Sullivan
In 1992 Ramon Andersson & Steven Wood (AUS)
won the World K2 Championships. In 1992 Ramon also won a bronze
medal in the K-4 1000m event at Barcelona Olympics.
Upper Swan Marathon Results
https://www.webscorer.com/race?pid=1&raceid=104284
Congratulations 74 year old John Tomczak who
competed in the 27km Upper Swam Marathon and finished strongly.
Josh Kippin was in a devastating form winning
the race in a time of 1.53.31, 3 minutes faster than the next
fastest craft the K2 of Brett McDonald & Mark Lawson.
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Stories
The Drain Race
Richard Lowther passes
Kris Smith. Photo Jane Liddle phone.
Kieran Simpson tries
to hold off Peter Liddle and Wayne Martin who started on later
grids. Photo Jane Liddle
Luke Dooley enjoyed passing
Daryl Long and beating him by 2 minutes and 5 seconds. Photo
Jane Liddle \
Results here: https://www.webscorer.com/race?raceid=103505
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Hester Park
Slalom
after the Drain Race
Jack Choate performing
a spectacular turn. Photo John O'Sullivan
Billie Knell concentrating
and focussed. Photo John O'Sullivan
Stephen Lowther concentrating
and focussed. Photo John O'Sullivan
Juliette Jarrett concentrating
and focussed on negotiating the maze of poles. Photo John
O'Sullivan
Tim Coward concentrating
and !!! Photo John O'Sullivan
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Riverland Paddling
Marathon
Perth paddler Michael
Laloli took part in the long distance 3 day event in a time
of 25:12:58.
Former Perth paddler Jenni Bateman was competing as well over
3 days but on a shorter course taking 8:29:26
Hosted by the Marathon
Canoe Club of SA since 1988 the Riverland Paddling Marathon
(RPM) is not just a marathon it is a festival of paddling
marathons with 6 possible events over 3 days on 1 weekend
in the chilly month of June each year.
Every June long weekend paddlers from all over the country
gather on the Murray River in South Australia’s beautiful
Riverland to meet, greet and most importantly to paddle.
The Six events which run consecutively
over the weekend include –
The Murray 200 – a 208 km continuous
paddle over 3 days from Berri to Morgan
The 200 Relay – the same 208 km course from Berri to
Morgan but paddled in relay with baton exchanges
The Murray 100 – a 93km course over 3 days covering sections
of the longer Berri to Morgan course
The Murray 50 – a 49km course over 3 days, sharing day
1 and 3 with the Mini and day 2 with the M100
Single day paddle – on Sunday of the event weekend, 26km
from Devlins Pound to Waikerie
Mini-marathon – an opportunity to try the event by paddling
11 or 12km on any single day or on multiple days.
The RPM is genuinely a fun event with a wide array of craft
taking to the river including international craft, recreational
boats, sea kayaks, surf skis, outriggers, surf boats and canoes.
The emphasis at the RPM at all times is about participation.
Jenni Bateman leading
this group. Photo Riverland Facebook
Passing the cliffs. Photo
Riverland Facebook
The mighty Murray.
Photo Riverland Facebook
Stop the clock! The one
thing you don't see here in the west are locks. Photo Riverland
Paddling out of a lock.
Photo Riverland Facebook
The Riverland Paddling
Marathon has been run in one format or another on the beautiful
Murray River in South Australia since June 1988. Previously
referred to as the Murray 200/100/Relay it took a group of
adventurers with great foresight to test their mettle on that
first weekend and in doing so give birth to a new and great
paddling event.
In that first year the Murray 200 was
conducted for the first time due almost entirely to the efforts
of legendary paddler, Ron Bath. 46 paddlers in 32 boats started
in the event. In the first year two short courses were offered,
a 66 km and a 40 km course. Only one person paddled the former
and eight the 40 km course. What got our race off to a good
start was the fact that Ron Bath roped in David Rizolli and
Gerry Brayne as Race Starter and Commentator, roles they were
accustomed to in the Red Cross Murray Marathon. Their professionalism
and wit were a tremendous success which continues to this
day.The following year, 1989 was the beginning of the Murray
100 as we know it and the Relay a year or two later.
Race of the Week
2017 Kalbarri
Adventurethon: Ultra Solo
Luke Dooley
It was always going to be an enjoyable trip back home after
several months away. Peter Martin had been kind enough to
offer me a seat in his car along with two boats and my bike,
so along with Judy and their camper trailer, we hit the road.
The journey up gave me some great opportunities to study for
the exams I’d face immediately upon returning and contemplate
the enormous tasks I’d set myself for the weekend ahead.
The weekend played host to the Kalbarri Adventurethon for
Saturday and the annual Kalbarri Canoe and Cray Carnival for
Sunday. I’d done the 35km Mt bike ride leg of the Ultra
in a team last year along with Kris Plain and Peter Tomczak.
Because of the torrential rain and massive swells that had
hit Kalbarri during last year’s event, just doing the
bike leg at the finish nearly killed me. Despite the memories
of last year, I remained confident that I could complete the
20km clifftop trail and sandy beach run, the 16km ocean paddle
and the 35km riverside Mt bike ride; still leaving enough
puff in me to give the 16km flatwater Murchison Dash a crack
the following Sunday morning. It was a big task, but I was
able to remain confident in my endurance skills after I’d
proved them to myself at the 100km Karri Cup I’d completed
in Northcliffe only recently.
Race day for the 2017 Ultra Adventurethon finally came around.
It was first straight around to Sally’s Tree (Adventurethon
HQ) to drop off my bike and ski which would both be waiting
for me after the run leg. The long drive out to Natural Bridge
put the challenging run into perspective and reality, especially
as the completion of the run would indicate that I was a third
of the way through the full race.
It was a cold morning with the winter desert easterly chilling
the clifftop air. Because we arrived several minutes early
of the 7 o’clock start, the ocean still seemed very dark
as first light had only just arrived. Nevertheless, 7 o’clock
soon arrived and it was time to begin. We started the run
and were all very quick to fall into an appropriate order
for the single lane loose rock trail we would soon hit in
400 metres. There were about 11 of us starting out at Natural
Bridge with the majority of athletes doing the Duathlon (Ultra
course without the paddle), and only about 5 taking on the
full Ultra course. There were many other competitors choosing
to take the slightly less challenging options and do the other
courses with the Enduro (shortened version of the Ultra) seeming
the most popular.
Kris Plain took the lead straight away and didn’t look
at all worried about losing it. I was on his heels for the
first few kilometres with his brother Rick Plain behind me
and Ben (a Duathlon athlete) not far behind. In what seemed
like only a few seconds, we had finished the board walk and
were onto the first of the rocky trails which we’d be
running on for the next 12 kilometres. I was sure glad I’d
brought my new trail running shoes as this was extreme ankle
breaking territory. Pools of sand partly covered the ground
rock under it, with a few large lumps sticking out. It was
more than enough to test the agility of experienced walkers
moving over it; let alone adventure races flying over the
top! There were also many small loose rocks lying about; most
being around the size and shape of a cricket ball. All of
this added with the intruding shrubs and the fact that the
trail was only ½ a metre wide, made for a very challenging
first 12 kilometres.
Rick and I are dwarfed
by the huge ledges. Photo by Yvonne McKenzie.
The pack had seemed as
though it had settled into a rhythm with nobody urgently wanting
to push past. This was until Ben had found a sudden burst
of energy and flew past Rick, myself and even Kris who, by
this stage, had begun to open up a slight gap. Ben tore through
the field, leaving us all more than 100 metres behind in his
dust. Nobody seemed particularly worried at this stage though,
considering we still had more than 17 kilometres to go on
the run alone.
Mercifully, the course became less rocky which allowed my
ankles to have a quick break. Unfortunately, the rocks were
replaced by a layer of sand and some very windy bends with
overhanging shrubs, making the
turns rather difficult. Because of this, I slowed my speed
a little which allowed Rick to catch up and sit behind me,
looking for an opportunity to pass. I was very grateful he
was patient and had good communication in looking for a spot
to pass.
Certainally a rock hop!
Photo by Yvonne McKenzie
We soon reached the car
park of Grandstand where Rick could pass. A little to my surprise,
Dad was waiting there with his camera and was getting some
shots as we came through. It was a nice surprise and gave
me a bit of strength to keep hot on the heels of the leaders.
As we approached Eagle Gorge, the last lookout before the
drop down to Pot Alley and the new rock hop section, Ben was
ahead on the trail and slowing quickly. He was soon passed
by all three of us and fell into formation. Our top four seemed
to set a constant distance between each competitor of 50 metres.
This continued for several kilometres until Ben eventually
dropped off a few kilometres later.
Having done the clifftop section, it was time to tackle the
steep, rocky slopes of Pot Alley and the new rock hop section.
It certainly was steep! It was a huge challenge going down
such difficult terrain over the loose gravel and jagged red
rock at such speeds. Rick was not holding back and threw himself
down the valley with little hesitation. I was slightly more
apprehensive and took a few seconds longer to get down as
it just didn’t seem possible to match Rick’s descending
speed. It was real tough work, but I managed to get onto the
Pot Alley Beach without injury.
Despite the difficulty I had getting down into the valley,
it was about to become a lot harder as I quickly approached
the ascent section of the Mushroom Rock walk trail we were
now on. The first section was the hardest. We had to scale
a series of ledges using leaps and bounds to get our bodies
over. It would have been quite a painful fall if anyone was
unlucky enough to get it wrong, but thankfully all competitors
made it to the top. It was however, very tough on both my
knees and lungs. I had to stretch my legs up a long way to
get my footing on the next ledge and then grind my way up
it, ready for the next one. A minute of this quickly got my
heart rate up and my lungs were soon working at full vital
capacity. I was very glad to reach the top where there were
several camera crews waiting to get shots of some painful
expressions. We then hit the road for the steep ascent up
and out of the Pot Alley Carpark. It was a very steep gradient
and quite an extended ascent; just what I didn’t want
after such an exertion! Both Rick and my own steps seemed
much smaller and more frequent than our usual rhythm. Thankfully
we soon made it to the top of the road where it was a nice
easy downhill run along the road to Red Bluff.
It felt as though my legs
were only moving to keep up with my body heading down the
hill which was a great relief following the challenging valley
I’d just come out of. By this stage, Kris had started
to open up more of a lead, with myself still not far behind
the still strong Rick. Meanwhile, Ben had dropped off completely
and was nowhere in sight. By this stage, we were within sight
of town and had completed 12 kilometres. I was very pleased
with myself as I’d just completed some extremely difficult
running and felt very fit and very strong the whole way through.
I could really feel Granny’s dinner the night before
giving me a spring in my step and a bound of energy which
was absolutely fantastic. I was really enjoying the Adventurethon
so far and pleased with my progress, as well as the fact that
I was still within contention for a decent result. It was
a great moment and inspired great confidence for the many
challenges which still lay ahead.
I finally arrived onto
Red Bluff and the start of the 8km deep sandy beach run section.
I hit the sand and was quite pleased that it wasn’t too
difficult. My muscles were well and truly warmed up by that
stage, making the soft sand a breeze. It slowed my progress
marginally, but didn’t deter me. I used my favourite
training motivating quote, “head up, chin up, let’s
go”, and continued putting one foot in front of the other.
I became slightly annoyed on the occasion my foot would sink
into a soft spot in the sand, soaking my foot, but thankfully
these occasions were few. It was easy going until Blue Holes
where the sand became softer and developed a steep angle,
leaving my poor ankles to negotiate the uneven ground. This
didn’t bother me too much as I knew I was very close
to the transition area and would soon be sitting comfortably
on my ski.
Kris well ahead. Photo
Tracy Grosvenor
Soon enough, I arrived
at Adventurethon HQ and quickly got changed into my paddling
gear. I arrived into HQ bang on 0830 which is when I told
Pa I’d be there, so I was very pleased about my timing
precision. After a few cheers, I hopped onto my ski and headed
straight for the river mouth. My arms instantly felt dead.
After the run, my arms seemed to have no oxygen and felt like
little sticks attached to the side of my body, not serving
any purpose. Thankfully, despite the unpleasant feeling, I
was making good progress and quickly caught Rick who was on
a blue nose Epic V10L ski.
Despite most people feeling intimidated about the huge 2.8m
swell, I was very comfortable on my red nose V14 and charged
straight through without any hesitation, enjoying every moment.
My worn paddle shaft did unfortunately twist on me (again)
as a result of a large brace stroke which threw me in. This
was not a problem as I knew to ‘keep calm no matter what’
when ocean paddling and jumped straight back on my ski, twisting
my paddle back into the correct angle.
It was wonderful to be back on my ski in the ocean again after
such a long time away. Apart from my now cold legs cramping
up on occasion, it was a very enjoyable paddle around the
buoy and back. I had to wait for a couple of sets to come
through the mouth before I headed back in the river, but after
some patience and good timing, I was able to head straight
through. I powered at near top speed for as long as I could
before the wash became too sloppy to avoid brace strokes.
Up on Chinaman’s Lookout, a large crowd had gathered
to watch the few paddlers who’d chosen to go out, come
back in. There were many roars of excitement as my 6 metre
ski would go completely under the water and come shooting
back out. It was a lot sloppier on the way back in and much
more of a spectacle. I did have to stop at one point during
my passage to readjust my paddle shaft which had slipped again.
Other than that and getting swamped a few times, it was one
of the cruisier entries I’d had coming back into the
mouth (not that it looked like it from a spectator’s
point of view!).
Battling the massive
swells! Photo Tracy Grosvenor
It was then time to continue
paddling my ski another 4kms up the river to the next turn
buoy. I managed to set a reasonable speed, although didn’t
want to give too much as I knew the huge ride leg was next
to come. After all the energy I’d exerted so far that
morning, I felt it was time to fend off the hunger and break
open my first energy gel. I had used energy bars a few times
before, but never gels and so I was keep to see how effective
they were. I bunged one in my mouth and was surprised that
the taste was quite bearable; a real treat from the usually
pretty horrible tasting bars and electrolyte solutions. What’s
more was that the gel seemed to be effective and allowed me
to continue powering along, not have to worry about being
constantly hungry. I was also drinking a lot by this stage
as I didn’t bring with me any fluids in the run. I was
well prepared with my full PFD bladder more than compensating
the lack of fluids in the following legs. I was well hydrated
before the start of the event; all of which meaning I could
avoid the hassle of having fluids on my run and still be adequately
hydrated.
The last few kilometres of the paddle became a little more
challenging with my tiring body and the side wind which had
strengthened considerably since I’d begun. Nevertheless,
I soon arrived at HQ where a large crowd was waiting to cheer
me off for the final leg. I quickly popped another gel, changed
out of my paddling gear into my riding shorts, double checked
I had everything and was off for the final 35kms. The rain
last year had made the ride extremely difficult and I took
satisfaction in knowing that it couldn’t possibly be
harder than that. I soon found out however that this year’s
ride wasn’t going to be too far from it! I headed out
of town about 20 minutes behind Kris and 15 minutes in front
of Rick. I was hoping to keep my second place, but I felt
from the moment I left that I’d have been very lucky
if I managed to do so. I got to the first section of sand
just before the tip. I knew it wasn’t going to be much
fun after looking at the course map, but didn’t quite
realise it’d be this bad. The sand was so soft and deep,
a quad bike would’ve had trouble not getting bogged.
This meant that I had no chance with my skinny bicycle tires,
huge wheels and powerless legs. I got about 5 metres in and
came to a dead stop. There was no riding through sand like
this; I knew it was time to push. As soon as I hopped off
through, pain shot through my leg muscles as if 1000 white
hot needles had been simultaneously injected into me. I had
a huge cramp. There was nothing more I could do than try to
stand on my good leg and wait for the pain to eventually ease.
It was excruciating, but I knew I was to expect many more
as my legs had been sat in the bottom of the ski cooling off
after the big run and having them in different and varying
angles on the bike would cause nothing but pain and cramps.
Rick getting ready to
come back in. Photo Tracy Grosvenor.
Eventually my legs were
good enough to push the bike along, although even this was
a painful process. The golf course was a sight for sore legs!
I was finally able to make some progress and get speed up.
Before long, I was on the highway ready for the ascent up
to the Murchison House Station turnoff. Because of the roadworks
at Meanarra Hill, this year’s bike leg had been modified
heavily. As well as doing the course in reverse, this year,
the course went through the golf course and along the highway,
as opposed to up Meanarra Hill and down the back of the tip.
I was very happy about these changes as it meant there was
essentially one big hill up to the station and then either
downhill or flat from there onwards. What’s more is that
the ascent was on paved road, allowing for good progress upwards
and an easy roll down the gravelly tracks. Despite my delight
at the friendlier course, I couldn’t deny the fact that
I’d already used up a lot of energy in the other stages
and no matter how easy the 35km course was going to be, it
would still hurt regardless.
Once I reached the turnoff,
it was a nice roll all the way into Murchison House Station
(MHS). The 4km roll without the need to pedal was very welcomed
by my tired legs. By this stage, I was already 17kms into
the ride; although I knew it was about to get a lot harder.
There was more sand of the same depth waiting for me at the
bottom of MHS. I managed to grind my way through the first
8 kilometres of sand, although it eventually got the better
of me and I began to fatigue. I continued with my gels, using
up the final two I had. I am very much against litter and
enjoy a rubbish free experience when I’m in the bush.
Instead of tossing my gel packets as most would, I decided
to wedge them between my cycle shorts and leg. This turned
out a bad move as the gel liquid around the packet soon set
and detaching them from my leg after the event was a very
painful experience!
As I slowly crept closer to the finish, I felt as if I was
never going to make it. I’d already made a monumental
effort to get that far, but I felt I may as well not have
bothered as I still wasn’t anywhere near the finish.
I kept telling myself that I was getting close however, about
25 kilometres into the ride, this ‘advice’ began
failing to work. I would look up at all of the land I still
had to cover and was alarmed how much soft sand was still
to come. Progress was painfully slow, the cramps which shot
through my legs every time I changed position nearly brought
me to tears and to top it all off, I felt certain Rick was
closing in on me. I really felt I was being hunted, unable
to escape and sure enough, a minute or two later, he came
flying past. I decided not to let this bother me and simply
worked about getting to the finish line.
Kris Plain didn't show
any signs of tiring the whole way through. Photo by Yvonne
McKenzie.
The kilometres were still
passing rather quickly, although I’d felt so isolated,
I didn’t even notice. Before I knew it, I was at the
turnoff to the Horse Ranch, signalling that I only had around
20 minutes to go. The marshal lady with the lollies who’d
saved my race last year was a very welcome sight again as
I rounded the bend. Once again, the sweets lifted my spirits,
although I didn’t stay and chat for long at all as I
just wanted to get home. The last 4 kilometres flew by without
my notice. My legs must have finally put themselves on autopilot
and just pushed me all the way back to HQ. The final kilometre
of grass hurt a little, however I was so close to the finish,
I couldn’t care less. I flew into HQ with a surprising
amount of speed, racked my bike ran down the beach through
the finish shoot. Boy was I pleased to have made it! In the
end, Kris finished 1st, one hour ahead of me, Rick 2nd, 15
mins in front of me and then me 3rd.
I was left with a surprising amount of go still left in me
after the race. I must have still been running on adrenaline
until about 7 o’clock that night when I crashed. I was
able to load the boats and bikes, put everything away and
drop the gear off to the station for the following day’s
race without too much hassle at all; compared to the Karri
Cup. It was such a relief to have gotten the hard work of
my visit out of the way and so I could now focus on recovering.
It was such an achievement to have done the Ultra Adventurethon
with little training other than what I do in the kayak beforehand.
I was very pleased with my performance, especially in the
dreaded run section which I’d regarded beforehand as
impossible. It was a very satisfying event and will give me
great confidence heading into other similar races. Thank you
very much to Joel Savage and his dedicated team who come over
from the Eastern States each year to put on such an incredible
event. What I’d really love to see next year are more
juniors, particularly locals, giving one of the many Adventurethon
races a go. There are so many opportunities and I really feel
the locals in particular are not taking advantage of such
a wonderful event.
Running through the finish shoot is something you always remember
after a hard race! Photo Jane Dooley.
The following day, I competed
in the annual Canoe and Cray Carnival Murchison Dash. It was
a great turn out, particularly thanks to so many Ascot members
making the trip up. It was just fantastic to see so many familiar
faces there which gave the race back its wonderful buzz. The
main event was the 16km Dash from the station into town. Brendan
Rice won again this year, beating William Lee by 15 seconds
and me by 23 seconds. It was a very good race although I was
at a slight disadvantage having done the events the day before
and being far younger and less experience. Peter Tomczak did
well as usual, coming in fourth, as did Kris Plain who was
the only other person other than me to have completed the
Ultra Adventurethon the day before and enter the dash. Warren
Southwell was the first long plastic across the line and Judy
Darbyshire took out the ladies title. It really was a great,
enjoyable and challenging weekend and I’d encourage everyone
make the drive up for next year as there’s really something
for everyone in this amazing part of the world.
Luke Dooley
Race of the Week
Northam to Toodyay
July 16.
Registrations are now open see link below.
http://ow.ly/yZN430cb4Vz
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