Sour to sweet.
Funny how quickly you forget how fickle a spot can be.
Strange as it seems the kites had an 'easy' launch on the high tide. My session started with a tippy-toe-walk in shoulder-high water just a few yards out from the shorebreak pounding on the boulders along the shore about half way to the pier after the wind backed right about the same time I launched, folded by a underpowered coast into the corner and an unceremonious roll off into the water in ever diminishing wind along the shore. Once walked/swam back, I extracted myself from the water, thankfully unscathed, I walked up along the beach as far as could to the south and relaunched southbound. That's better, planing rides, jumps and carving. Wind-wave angle was side-on SSW so you could jump to port outbound and easily make it to the outside in one reach. I stayed inside to tune and once again got stuck along the shoreline, underpowered and rolled when the wind shifted SW again. Much swearing and gnashing of teeth followed. The wind was now too light for the 4.0. One more try - 4.5 this time and helped, sort of, well not really, then back to the launch. I'd had about enough at this point, but told myself if Chuck and M were getting rides by the time I took my 4.0 apart on the freshening wind swinging WNW, I go out again.
[shots in the gallery are from this part of the session]
And they were, so off I went - this is when mana from heaven was poured out for about a half hour. Beautiful mid-tide smooth sets and steady wind! A Chuck-me-M party wave, some really fun frontside tries, a few felt-high stock jumps and a few back loop attempts! All this fun in the power-half-hour made for some big smiles (and release of early session angst). And then I remembered why I come back to White Rock – the ‘golden’ moments make the hours of frustration worth it!
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