On the penultimate Wednesday evening practice at St. Philips the group of nine broke into two groups. Clyde, Dean, Shane and I had some fun riding water surging over the rocks. We started just at the south point of the cove. The others went north for a short paddle.
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Then we moved around the corner for some better action. The other guys were in their whitewater boats. I was in my Nordkapp. Here there was not enough room between the rocks and the cliff for me to catch the rides. The long boat just doesn't turn quickly enough to prevent a run onto the rocks.
I was content to get as close as possible to snap some of the action.
Clyde in action.
Clyde catches a ride while Shane powers out.
Shane almost swallowed.
Later we moved to the G-Spot where things got a little out of hand *lol*. Shane taking a ride backwards, not by choice.
Dean and Clyde.
In the soup.
Here there was more room for me to catch a few rides but I still had to be selective by taking diagonal runs on the medium sized waves. The largest waves would have driven me onto the rocks as Dean found out a few years ago.
It was a blast and only darkness ended the evening as the group combined again with the people who went for a paddle. Its getting dark early now so next week will be the last Wednesday evening practice. But there will be weekends when we hope to push the envelope again.