Cheech and Chong Convention Centre - Day 2

I have been channeling my inner Elmo all day.  Firstly, I had some serious fun in the weedy goodness, secondly I tried out my completely massive almost new KaRace 9.5 and finally I turned my Delta24 into a Delta21.That scores 'Three out of Three’ Elmo’s in my world!

In a race against the school bus I did my usual jump into the drink way too early. I had this thought that with a 9.5 I could do a Pas and get planing even when there wasn’t any wind. Yet another thought process of mine that has turned up the exit lane of the freeway only to meet reality coming the other way. So I did a tour of Groveltown . I was on the QEII with the Delta24. I was keen to see if the Delta would cope with such a big bit of kit. However the water was clear, the gentle zephyr a little cool and the sun was trying hard to convince all and sundry it was spring.

Time for Go Go Gadget cocktail time. I flipped open the spring loaded lounge chair, reclined after summoning the waiter and began singing Procol Harem’s 'Whiter Shade of Pale’.

This were going swimmingly and slowly nudging my way through the bergs when my reverie was rudely disturbed by a mental duck that was dive-bombing me and getting completely obnoxious. The bouncer was somewhere else, as they always are whe you need them. I forced to confront this disturbed duck myself.
About 50 meters away there was another duck with ducklings in tow. So faster than you could say Peking Duck I throw in a gybe and left them in peace. Except I didn’t. The gybe didn’t happen because I was approaching glacial speed at the time and my escape trajectory only enabled a slightly global warmed glacial speed exit. So I had to put up with Daffy Duck getting all hot and bothered for a minute or two whilst I departed the scene and left him to go back to guard the fruit of his loins.

 That little interlude fairly messed with the ambience of the cruise, but I was saved by a swing and a puff of 10 - 12 knots. The  9.5 pulled like a hooker and I was planing through berg country in a blink.

The short time I had left before snotgobblers required attention was spent in water that either went shhhhh in the mirror stuff or at worst bmmmm in the lee ripples. The snot and bergs are still too thick to go fast in, but just to the lee of the banks is brilliant fun. I got my peak just running up and down the lee of the main inner weed bank.

Having once more donned the ‘ Delta Cloak of Invincibilty’ I was tempted to run into the Wamba launch area. I had a bit of fun in here, but it really was too shallow and one of of my gybes whilst playing frustrated farm boy and ploughing a swath of the estuary floor I hit something solid. The result; one Elmo-ed Delta => 3 cms off it in one hit.

Speaking of the Delta - the 24 was working well with the 9.5 in the smooth stuff, but it really required attention to loading when I went out the back into the small chop.Still usable just not easily so.

 With a radically altered fin it was the end of my session. Perfect timing as it turned out as I arrived as the snotgobblers were ejected from their ride.
Boardies, 12 knots, planing, super smooth, yep you guessed it, another Top Ten Fangy day :-)

Weedy Goodness on the Foreshore at Nairns!! This stuff can stop you in you tracks when it's a well formed berg:-(