Tuesday

The previous evening we had steamed around to the protection of Watson’s Bay. Thanks to the wonders of modern Telstra NextG coverage Bretto and Kingy checked up on Seabreeze and the BOM to check the forecast and the discission was made to head over to Eagle.

Eagle Island is a special place, not just to the lucky few kiters who have skipped across its glassy flat waters which surround it, but also to conservationists, and because of that some rules apply to what you can do and where you can go on the 2km long cay. Fortunately Undersea and Windswell have the permits to use the beach up to the high tide mark, while the birds remain safe in the light scrub above, though I’m not sure what the local bird population think of the massive bright kites swooping around above them.

To try and get our home as close as possible to the beach, Pete managed to thread Undersea though the surrounding reef so that it was only a short ride in the tender or kite from the duckboard to the beach.

As the boys ate breakfast, we setup up shop on the beach, marquee, esky’s, first aid, kites and boards all found their way to what would become our advanced base camp for the next 3 days.

The wind was still quite light at around 15kts so everyone just got familiar with the place carving up the glassy water and relaxing, sinking a few beers on our deserted island. Life’s tough up here. Bretto buzzed around giving people tips and free lessons while Kyle, James and myself taxied people back up the beach in the tenders after they failed to make ground and ended up off the back of the island. As we were kiting in a almost directly offshore wind people soon wised up that not going upwind meant you ended up in some very sharky looking deep water off the back of the reef, people pulled the pin and started walking back up the beach a little sooner after that.

Some solid riding went down throughout the afternoon, lots of big boosts and oldschool style for the cameras.

That night we left most the gear stashed on the beach and headed back to the boat to another huge meal, as the guests worked on lightening the boat of imported Mexican beer, the crew cleaned up and I had the tedious task of uploading and sorting through hundreds of images. I think a few cervezas helped pass the time each night.