It didn't happen Monday, but it did Tuesday.
I get a message at 5pm yesterday from Ben “It's on” … I head home with the family, unload the family, load the gear and head to Rosevears at light speed.
It's pumping, but also some nice rollers, making the ride look super bumpy out in the channel – Geoff already out there, ripping it up, looking flat over the other side.
Ben has nearly rigged up, so I get to it, using the borrowed 460 mast from Michael Scott (thanks Michael, but you're not getting it back).

After watching Ben and Geoff in some challenging conditions close to the shore/channel area, I decided it's always rough in close and to keep eating that cement…off I went.
Great run across to the flat water, followed Geoff's lead, and turned (awesome Tack by myself I have to say) then back across, hammering nicely and boom – off went a shotgun which snapped my mast about a meter from the mast base…which I didn't realise until I tried to free the sail.
About 2 minutes of pondering and concluded a self-rescue was about the only thing to do. Pulling the snapped mast out of the sail ended up requiring all 3 of us to achieve, whilst holding onto all 3 of our rigs. Once on the board, I set off on my 400m paddle in decent waves, wind to my back.
I tried to swim in, against the current, with the waves and wind, exhausted resting every 5 minutes, continually losing ground… paddling sitting on the board, laying on the board, kneeling on the board, swimming freestyle behind the board using it as a kickboard… fail.
Geoff realised I was moving quickly, so he kindly dropped down my way for a chat. We discussed my progress or lack thereof, and I asked if he had a kayak paddle, these small lady hands and size 9's don't cut it. He said “better yet, I have a kayak in the van”.
I watched Ben and Geoff heading to shore (slowly). Then I followed the Red van of salvation track my progress far too swiftly up the river. Geoff scrambled over the reeds and paddled out to my rescue – on a wave ski!! Oh man, with these waves rolling in this should fun. I should never question the master, who made it look too easy. We managed to scrounge enough line for me to hold onto, and he whipped me into shore – my hero…
F U Rosevears, you mole – I will be back.
The mast snapping happened around 400m from the cars, I then drifted over 1000m (1km) in the channel in the outgoing tide up the river, with many attempts to paddle in - talk about sore today...