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Single Sea Kayak
| Length with skeg: | 5.030 mm |
| Length with rudder: | 5.170 mm |
| Beam: | 585 mm |
| Weight: | 21 kg (Carbon Kevlar) |
| Storage Volume: | front 60 litre, rear 95 litre, day 20 litre |
Pittarak Single
Yellow deck white hull. rudder, 25kg, must sell going OS. $2.250
ono inc carbon/kevlar paddle, trolley, spray deck, dry bags, PFD, tow line.
contact: 04 1726 0050
e-mail: stephan.delisle(at)executiveadvisors.com.au
Pittarak Single Classic (27 kg)
| Length with skeg: | 5.030 mm |
| Length with rudder: | 5.170 mm |
| Beam: | 585 mm |
| Weight: | 21 kg (Carbon Kevlar) |
| Storage Volume: | front 60 litre, rear 95 litre, day 20 litre |
Pittarak Single Classic
Ex-Demo Single Classic with retractable Skeg, towing point, pale grey Deck, white hull, (27Kg)
$2.900
e-mail: explore(at)pittarak.com.au
Pittarak Single Classic (22 Kg)
| Length with skeg: | 5.030 mm |
| Length with rudder: | 5.170 mm |
| Beam: | 585 mm |
| Weight: | 21 kg (Carbon Kevlar) |
| Storage Volume: | front 60 litre, rear 95 litre, day 20 litre |
Yellow deck white hull. rudder, 25kg, must sell going OS. $2.250
ono inc carbon/kevlar paddle, trolley, spray deck, dry bags, PFD, tow line.
contact: 04 1726 0050
e-mail: stephan.delisle(at)executiveadvisors.com.au
South-West Tasmania
Strahan to Hobart (Nearly anyway).
By Lawrence Geoghegan with comments by the other two on the trip.
In January (2003) this year Andrew Mcauley, Paul Loker and my self paddled our kayaks from Strahan on the West Coast of Tasmania and were trying to reach our destination of Hobart in the south.
Myself in my Pittarak, Andrew in his Nadgee and Paul in his Mirage.
The trip started as an idea of mine. I lived as a child in Zeehan on the West Coast of Tassie and Geeveston in the South. I thought the idea of paddling around the outside to link the two was a great idea for a trip. I put feelers out on the NSW sea kayak club’s chat line and in the magazine, I had asked for people who had the skill and fortitude to take a trip like this on. Continue reading
Pittaraks in South Georgia
Pittaraks in South Georgia
By Wade Fairley
The barometer was plummeting and the heavy sea mist had rolled up out of the south west quickly blotting out the sun and casting the world in a uniform steel gray light . Huge southern rollers swept up in relentless rows out of the south west. Here at 56 degrees south, the southern ocean literally belts around the bottom of the globe and aside from a few tiny sub Antarctic islands like South Georgia, there is no land mass to block the path of these massive waves. The huge southern ocean bommers gather momentum and power then explode with terrible force against South Georgia’s rocky cold shores.
We steered our Pittaraks through a thin channel between the cliffs of a small rocky island and the mainland. A huge grounded ice berg partially blocked the narrow lead. To go around the island would add a couple more kilometres of paddling, so we opted to try and sneak by the grounded ice tower. The heaving swell burst against the glistening ice blue slick walls. Angus had the lead, the fastest of the three of us . We each paddled five-metre single kayaks, Angus and I in Pittaraks. These were boats that two years before we had taken to the Antarctic peninsula. And kayaks we knew we could thoroughly rely upon for serious expedition paddling like South Georgia. Continue reading
A Sea Kayaking Crossing of Torres…
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A Sea Kayaking Crossing of Torres Strait By Jonathan Papalia Abstract
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Paddle to Nowhere: Out to Sea
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PADDLE TO NOWHERE: Out to Sea By Richard Birdsey “Not many people come on my trips”, The Leader observed dryly as our small group kitted up on the beach. I shuffled my feet in the Bundeena sand, a little nervous. ‘What exactly does that mean?’ a small, slightly shrill voice in my head said. Do others in the club know something I don’t? Or do people go out with The Leader and not return! Bob and Kevin laughed lightly at the comment as they adorned themselves with the gaudy accoutrements of the sea-kayaker. Partially assured by their mirth I continued to load my boat, contemplating what may lie ahead. |
Freycinet Peninsula – Tasmania
Freycinet Peninsula April 2004
Richard Harbury, John “Big Red” Worth
We set off in Johns’ car, he had both kinds of music, Country and Western. Luckily I was aware of this likelihood and brought my own. The map provided to find the Ferry Terminal in Sydney was completely wrong so we drove around a bit, saying “We want to be over there I think.” Stumbled into the terminal eventually, many of the Targa Tasmania cars waiting to go over also. Lots of posturing and preening evident, and from the rally competitors as well.
Set off a bit late, but as we were sitting on the back deck in 30 degree heat sucking back Cascade we accepted this with alacrity. We discovered that our ship, “Spirit of Tasmania III”, was actually bought second hand from Greece, apparently no longer being sufficiently seaworthy to bimble around the Greek Islands. This was of no concern to us who had more pressing matters to attend to, namely getting another round and ogling the (female) purser.
The First Officer addressed us over the tannoy to tell us a mild crossing with 4 metre swell was predicted. After a pleasant dinner and 10 or so beers we retired to our bunks.
Diving Into The Deep End…
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Where’s Larry? part.3
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