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RECORD WOMEN'S KITEBOARDING CROSSING!!!

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  • Rick Iossi
    The following is reposted from kiteforum.com at: http://www.kiteforum.com/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=2304083 The Crossing : The core essence of The Crossing
    Message 1 of 1 , Jun 8, 2004
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      The following is reposted from kiteforum.com at:
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      "The Crossing :
      The core essence of The Crossing centers on remembering and celebrating the
      life of our friend Silke Gorldt who died in 2002 .

      With her accident came a revelation within the kiteboarding industry for
      safety which lead to the standardization of quick releases on all production
      bars sold.

      For Silke, We miss you.

      ______________________________________________________________________________________

      �A long, long, long time ago, well about 1.5 years ago, a few mates and I
      (Jezza, and Mite hutch) decided to go for a day trip to the Isles of Scilly,
      hoping to score some wind. Flying over the North Cornish coast gives you the
      most amazing views , you become detached, distances seem very close very
      close indeed , The north to the south coast, Cape Cornwall to St Ives ,St
      Ives to Newquay, the Isles of Scilly to the main land.
      The scillys have always been a mystery to me, a mini world, with a mini
      climate, it�s a place with its own rules. 24 miles off Lands End in the
      Atlantic ocean 3 currents rushing together �A calm oasis of flat
      water???????? That trip planted a seed.�


      I�ve always wanted to be able to do something in Silkes memory and help
      raise money for her trust, I knew the other girls wanted to do so as
      well�..so�..the rules of the event needed to be: NON COMPETITIVE, and about
      friends,.
      With the main stream media only seems to pick up on the dangers of
      kiteboarding, we wanted to show why we all rush to the beach as soon as a
      tree starts to rustle, all the reasons Silke loved it. So it had to be
      something Silke would have been proud to do herself. Oh and Silke wouldn�t
      have wanted it to be too easy ! The Crossing was now planted in our
      imaginations, now we just had to make it really happen.


      Transforming the Dream into Reality

      The beauty of life is in the challenges it presents, and how we meet them.
      Many of the most difficult things in life are unexpected, needing quick
      thinking and cat like reflexes to respond to. The crossing was different. In
      this case, the biggest challenge of our professional kiteboarding careers
      (kiting 70 miles or 130km in cold English seas) was calculated, planned down
      to the last detail.

      Why would anyone want to kite for over 70 miles in a straight line?
      Speculation before the event on the time it would take amongst the girls
      ranged from 4 � hours to 8 hrs , (CJ won the bet). Well it always seems like
      a good idea at the time. It would probably not be too good an idea to look
      to deeply inside my brain, instead of wondering about where the idea came
      from� instead wonder at all these girls paying to get here and get into the
      cold Atlantic on a fresh spring day, when they could have been waiting
      amongst the palm throngs of the Caribbean for the next world cup.

      Talking Liz at the Extreme academy into helping me was surprisingly easy
      there must be something in the water down here. We figured 7mths would be
      plenty of time! The first press release went out and instantly like a knight
      in shinning armour, coming out the misty Cornwall Sea came our hero, captain
      Simon Andrews, leader of the safety boat crew . He waved a magic wand and 5
      boats sailed out of the mist behind him. He also brought most importantly
      expertise and experience.
      The Guinness book of records said that would put in a separate record for a
      women�s distance record. We thought this was going to be so easy to
      organise!!. 2 weeks to go and off I trot to Brighton that is where our luck
      ran out. A miscommunication about our accommodation and we were roughing it
      on the scillys, Film coverage no coverage and worst of all we kept losing
      boats faster than a ????? we had 5 no 2� 3�2 � 4, then day the girls we�re
      arriving suddenly back down to 2 boats! Liz , Simon and I all came close to
      cardiac arrest. It was a little touch and go, to whether or not we would
      pull it off, We put pleas out on the radios and phoned anyone we could think
      of. The Girls were all coming and we may have had to cancel!!!! Our saviour
      appeared in the form of salty shark fisherman Jim of Lady Mary 2 from
      Padstow, All our thanks to Simon who probably has no friends left ,Sky Bus,
      Isles of Scilly Tourist Board, Escape Photography, and Red Bull, with who�s
      help it all came together.

      As the press launch approached Liz was only looking slightly frazzled around
      the edges.

      While eating spag bol and readying our kit to be taken to the Scillonian in
      the morning (thanks mum and dad) I had to bolt all the doors as Adam our
      Safety officer (who many off you will have seen way to much off in his
      adverts for his shop Turbulence.) Gave us his 1st!!!! Safety brief and left
      us in no doubt as to what we were getting ourselves into! Hypothermia ,
      cramps ,equipment checks, sea sickness, board leashes, Kite leashes, helmets
      ,big seas ,rain ,winter suits and wetsuit booties, much to the despair of
      Claire who �hates booties�. (Not to be confused with booty, which hubby
      Kevin can confirm that Claire loves!)

      Tuesday

      The fire works were really let off at the press launch with the RNLI giving
      us our personal Flares ( they hope to encourage all kiters to carry one) and
      best of all letting us all have a test run.

      The short hop to Newquay airport had us all in high spirits sweets and red
      bull are not a good combination for a group or 7 excited girls! In true
      superstar style we had a plane to ourselves for the stunning flight over to
      the Scillies. Following the winding Cornish coastline murmurs of excitement
      resounded through the aircraft until the pilots turned, and began to fly out
      over lands end. A fearful silence gripped everyone as the expanse of water
      carried on and on. The distance and challenge of what we had all agreed too
      hit us right between the eyes. I really didn�t remember it looking so far.
      Eventually a voice piped up �that�s an awful lot of water�.

      Springtime in Cornwall and the Isles of Scilly forces even the most serious
      of folks to loosen up, relax a bit, and even begin to believe in pixies!
      Inviting crystal clear blue waters, Hedgerows bursting with wildflowers,
      lush greenery, canopies covering winding roads, this is the stuff fairytales
      are made of�for a moment Fiona thought her dream of becoming a princess
      would be realized. You would swear that you are not in England anymore, its
      much more like a Mediterranean Island than a British Isle.

      The fantastic hospitality in the scilly�s was second to non. Our hosts
      Buckingham Guest house, the Garrison campsite and Nick and Bryonny at the
      Mincarlo who put on an amazing BBQs served up with sunshine, beer, and
      smiles.

      More sunshine the next day and the bad weather and gales forecast seemed
      impossible. The crew and I had a great excuse of reccying launch sites which
      mostly entailed in trying to get the guys in the other boat as wet as
      possible. But on serious note the harbour master had earlier predicted that
      Thurs was looking our best bet! Meanwhile the girls had a late breakfast
      wandered around settling into the slow pace of life very quickly. So much so
      we all took so long gearing up in the afternoon to go for a sail the 14knt
      sea breeze had gone, but never fear our hero captain Simon waved his wand
      again and a tow rope appeared which with the powerful engines of no1 boat
      pulled us around quite happily for a few hours.

      That night there was a huge checking of forecasts on the internet and a
      specialist forecast for our 70mile stretch from the met office. Once they
      were all put together and the main reason we were all there came into focus.
      14knts SE turning SSE 14knts by 10am S by 11am and the perfect SW 14knt by
      12pm. The high pressure front was holding until midday on Friday and the sea
      state was a mere 1m swell with no precipitation. We were on for a go esp
      with the swell forecast to pick up to 3m and 28knt winds with rain for
      Friday.

      As the likelihood of a go sunk in uncertainties, and doubts crept forward
      ,doubts we all had a different way of preparing, for the mental and physical
      challenge set in front of us. Cindy had her usual relaxed outlook, �I was
      very curious to see how our bodies and minds would react to it, not a
      feeling of apprehension, just curiosity.�

      Laurel, �before the girls arrived I was convinced there was no way I could
      achieve a 70 mile crossing, which is an amazing testament to the power of
      positive team energy.�

      I personally hadn�t had too much time to think about it, until the flight
      over. But once on land again I was convinced we could all make it. Having
      every one there made it much easier, to be positive.

      The main preparation that will stay with me for ever is all the girls who
      sail in warm water running to the co-op to buy bright yellow marigolds to
      keep their hands warm ????? There are some great pics. The night was rounded
      off nicely with some local colour watching other girls push their limits ,
      screaming ourselves hoarse shouting for our hostess with the mostess Bryonny
      as she sliced a slivery path into the setting sun in 154 year old �Golden
      eagle� in the weekly gig race. All of which nicely worked up a hunger for
      some juicy steaks.

      THURSDAY
      As if the first world record attempt at distance crossing wasn�t enough we
      also had another kiteboarding first: the very first day of the event, and it
      actually happened!

      Just before leaving and our final brief we had a talk from Adam that didn�t
      scare us and was a real inspiration.
      Rigged and ready we had one last task to focus our minds on the task ahead,
      to remember why we were all there. We all dropped a small flower into the
      clear cold sea, , and searched the sky for rainbows.

      The 70-mile epic journey began with the task of getting out through the
      myriad rocks and bays of the Scilly Isles, We had our bum bags, chocolate,
      water, redbull and flares, but the wind seemed a little light and fluky (or
      maybe we had too much chocolate on board.) This spread the field and made
      our planned exit point seem like mission impossible. This had to be
      abandoned, and new route was advised by Marc, our local boat that was
      accompanying us to lands ends,

      But once outside at the edge of the open sea the wind was with us , we all
      regrouped and pulled together again and looked out across towards the
      shipping lanes and lands end.

      The start had not been without incident and I was glad not to have been in
      Adams shoes as I watched Fiona�s kite trying to re-launch and Cj having to
      land on a beach due to a wind shadow which stopped her from getting up wind
      around a group of rocks. But Cj still had a key role to play. It was a
      devastating blow but it focused us to stay together and defiantly got the
      Adrenalin pumping.

      Claire shared her experience with the initial shock of kiting downwind for
      the first time in ages, �Remember when you first learn to kite, you stand up
      very flat on the board, trying to go upwind then finally it clicks, it took
      me about an hour to have it click of how to go downwind again� The initial
      push away from land got the adrenaline running though the veins for sure.�

      As the land receded into the haze behind us I felt a real sense of freedom
      in the changing and deepening blue of the ocean. The First air horn sounded
      at 10 miles and also as an indicator that we were entering the shipping
      lanes! A highly trafficked area. A highlight of the journey was meeting the
      cruise liner, In the intense flatness it�s sides seemed like Everest, as it
      effortlessly drifted past. The captain shut down his engines and announced
      our presence to the passengers . I imagined then staring down at us warm and
      safe sipping G & T�s. Seeing the liner was fantastic (but after 2 hours of
      nothing, I guess anything would be impressive! )

      Soon we found the trick was kiting behind the boat in the wake where the
      water was flat. Cindy even tacked to the back to pass this gem of knowledge
      onto the girls bringing up the trailing edge. True to her champion form, �It
      was easier than what we imagined, I thought our legs would just die after 2
      hours out, only at about 5 hours it got hard, if the wind would have been
      good we could have done 90 miles easily.�

      You learn the funniest things out at sea it�s very hard to open a bum bag to
      get food or drink, while working a kite, Kit Kat wrappers are not water
      proof, and if you are going to be travelling on one tack attach you bloody
      leash to your back foot!!! I think I had a hollow in my back foot from
      standing on the dam thing!

      The fuzzy out line of Lands end raised out of the sea ahead and a huge
      mental lift came with it. We cruised on and time passed quickly 60 miles
      under our belts. I saw St Ives drift past ,we we�re all fit, warm and racing
      for the finish. Suzi chasing Cindy all the way Fi out along side me , Claire
      whizzing along from toe to heel side and Laurel ,� one of the most awesome
      feelings was racing along with the Rib chase boats, the noise of the engine
      and the sensation of skipping over the waves made me feel like I was in
      Miami Vice! � .

      Then the worst happened. You dread the very thought of it for any sailing
      adventure. Yep, we hit the doldrums, the fabled no wind zone out in the
      middle of the ocean. Everything was fine, better than fine, when all of a
      sudden our pulling machines turned into autumn leaves drifting down through
      the air and smiling faces turned to tears. Four out of six kites lay on the
      water. Fiona dropped her kite over Laurels and drifted through the lines, I
      could hear Claire shout her frustration as it all looked like we were going
      to be cruelly denied after all coming so far together 10miles from home.
      Cindy and I could see our fate awaiting us as we desperately worked our
      kites while trying to keep our heads above the water as well. There was not
      enough wind to even do a decent impression of a tea bag. As fast as wind
      went I passed though my kite powered back up and I was up! Cindy was still
      be-calmed but still in the air and then she was up. We kited a distance away
      form the dead patch and waited hoping to see kites re-launching. Auntie
      Laurel lost the plot as well. Screaming is not at all lady like or kind, but
      in this case it must have worked, as her kite rose back into the sky.

      The sadness at leaving the three girls behind and the uncertainty of what
      lay ahead threw a dark cloud over the moment. In this moment things became
      tough, the challenge truly began.

      CJ now rose to the occasion screaming at us all to go go go as we all tacked
      back and forward not wanting to abandon the others. Go !!! so we did the
      boats were picking up the others and would soon catch us up. Though I did
      have a small worry in my mind about splitting up, I knew Adam and Simon
      could stop us in our tracks via the radio.
      CJ, who had been leading the way on the stern of Lady Mary 2, describes what
      happened, �Everything was fine until the wind dropped, then Dreya and Cindy
      went way downwind, and were really fighting to make it back up.�

      Spirits were not exactly soaring at this point

      It was at this point we knew the wind hadn�t turned SW and it would have
      been easier to get to Ireland than Watergate Bay. Desperately trying to go
      up wind over the last 10 miles sapped all our energy and used every ounce of
      will power.

      Meanwhile many things many of us were unaware off had been going on . Claire
      had relaunched and was working her way back to the pack. Her feelings about
      the hard tacking back upwind to the course plotted by the head support boat
      pretty much sum up the limitations we were facing, �It�s a bloody wind sport
      and I can only go where the wind takes me!

      Back at the Extreme Academy, Liz was doing hourly BBC radio live updates,
      and when she received the call from Ian telling her the kites had dropped
      the first thing that came into her mind was �lets pick them up and drop them
      back in the Scillies, !� Liz is all too familiar with the reality of kite
      events and the vulnerability of having to rely on the good will of mother
      nature. I can only imagine her disappointment at receiving that call.

      Also unknown to us was the outside world was following our progress though
      the miracle of modern technology. Ian from escape photography was topping is
      nightly on-line updates with hourly updates on route! Phoning updates to his
      wife who was posting them live on the website for the entire world to see.
      Laurels boyfriend, Leslie, who was just completing an Atlantic crossing of
      his own (on a posh yacht) was downloading the info and following along as we
      went! Now that is cool!

      We all really felt that we were in a race with the elements, Steve in Bugsy
      Malone caught us up and we ended up splitting again as we surged on dealing
      with the last few miles in our own way.
      .
      You know the 80/20 rule? I can tell you in this case it was true. Of the 70
      miles, the only hard bit was the beginning and the end, and especially, the
      end. Continuing the last 10 miles was very, very hard work. Muscles begin to
      burn and even shake. Doubts creep their way into your mind. Seeing watergate
      come into view was fantastic but knowing that we couldn�t get there was
      devastating. Although we we�re now only 4 on the water it was the time I
      really felt that we we�re a team, the girls on the boat were willing us on
      to land, seeing Cindy , Laurel and Claire still fighting kept me fighting.
      It was everyone else that kept us all going. I personally would have given
      up � of an hour before .We were all extremely tried , happy to be near the
      end but cross, and sad. To have come so far and not have anyone place their
      foot onto the sand would have been worse than no wind at all for the six
      days. We could see Watergate bay for 1 � hrs before we could feel the
      solidity of sand under our feet.

      Laurel ,�one point I really thought I would have been better off packing my
      kite up when it went down and finishing then. It�s hard to know how to
      describe the feeling I had when I reached Watergate Bay, but I�ll give it a
      go: joy and devastation. Having walked the cliff path from the next
      Northerly beach down I knew full well I was there. And judging the distance
      I was off from the beach, the power in my 17meter kite, and the pain in my
      back quad muscle, I knew I would not make it. It�s funny how my best moment,
      letting go of the kite in front of Watergate after 6 hours, was Claire�s
      worst. She had charged back like lightning and was all set to do the
      gruelling tacks upwind with me.�

      Long tacks back and forth with little to gauge how much ground we we�re
      making if any! eventually paid off. 6 � hrs after leaving Tresco I clambered
      in 50 yards from the rocks at the north end . And Cindy and Claire like the
      pros they are came in where a fantastic reception committee were waiting for
      us.

      When Cindy reached the beach, Fiona came up to her and told her �Silke would
      be so proud of you�. We all achieved what we set out to do kite 70 miles non
      stop, remember a friend, enforce old friendships and of course we made it
      into the Guinness book of records!

      We all made this trip from start to finish and we all shared the hi and
      lows, we all learnt a lot, and we all had a lot of fun just riding together.

      The Girls
      Dreya
      Nickname: Dragon Slayer
      Nationality: British from Cornwall
      Real Job: Pro Kiter, owner of kite school
      Kit Used for Crossing: 15m Flexifoil strike and standard strike bar, cyclone
      120cm board, pro limit seat harness
      Best moment: mid crossing when we were cruising
      Worst moment: there were 2 one when the kites were dropping out the sky and
      I thought none of us were going to make it and then at the end and being
      able to see Watergate for about 1 � hrs but not being able to get there
      Sponsors: Flexifoil, Fox Clothing, Extreme Academy
      Top Tip: never give up

      Cindy
      Nickname: Little Mosey
      Nationality: New Zealander
      Real Job: World Champion Kiter and Yacht First Mate
      Kit Used for Crossing: 14 North Vegas, Cindy Pro Model, North Seat Harness,
      standard bar
      Best moment: Singing right in the middle of it all
      Worst moment: When we sailed into the patch of no wind right out of the
      middle under the black cloud
      Sponsors: North, Balance Vector, and Rip Curl
      Top Tip: be determined

      Fiona
      Nickname: Fifi Wingding
      Nationality: Swiss
      Real Job: Heartbreaker
      Kit Used for Crossing: 17m Slingshot Fuel, SX 122, Dakine Nitrous, 17� bar,
      Body Glove 3/2, Extra duty Marigold gloves
      Best moment: Kiting past the huge ferry, that�s where the adrenaline was
      really kicking into the system
      Worst moment: Freaking out thinking my toes were freezing, afraid to take
      the booties off because my toes would be black
      Sponsors: Slingshot, Dakine, Body Glove, Timezone, TFC, Dwarf 8
      Top Tip: If possible take a smaller kite and do it in warm water

      Laurel
      Nickname: Auntie Laurel
      Nationality: American
      Real Job: Pro kiter, owner of kite school
      Kit Used for Crossing: 16.5 Wipika Matrix, Catman board, Dakine Wahine
      Waist, 21� bar
      Best moment: pulling the quick release on my huge kite after fighting for
      over 1 hour to make it upwind to Watergate and finally arriving (1.5 miles
      offshore with an offshore wind!!)
      Worst time: watching CJ kite inches away from the rocks on the way out of
      the Scilly
      Sponsors: Wipika, Dakine, Surf Chick, Seaspecs, Off Da Lip
      Top Tip: Use a seat harness and drink lots of water

      Ceridwen
      Nickname: CJ
      Nationality: Australian
      Real Job: kite school owner operator
      Kit Used for Crossing: 17 Slingshot Fuel, 119 SS Misfit, 17� bar, Dakine
      Tempest Seat
      Best moment: Watching the girls arrive at Watergate
      Worst moment: Although I was bitterly disappointed when I dropped out, it
      was when the wind died and the kites dropped and I thought we would not make
      it.
      Sponsors: Kitesurf Gold Coast, Slingshot, Underground
      Top Tip:

      Claire
      Nickname: Crazy
      Nationality: British
      Real Job: Pilot for British Airways (747-400 � the big birds!)
      Kit Used for Crossing: 14.5 Takoon Scoop 3 w/WSL, Colin McCullough custom
      twintip 120x35 w/70mm fins, standard 55� bar, Dakine Tempest Seat, O�neill
      FLX wetsuit
      Best moment: My pint of John Smith�s Extra Smooth and Kevin on the beach
      when I landed.
      Worst moment: Loads of those�Getting out of Scilly, the first kite to drop
      out, when we all dumped in and thinking I was finished because of some
      sodding bit of no wind, the worst bit was the elation of getting over all
      that then watching Laurel let go so close.
      Sponsors: Takoon, O�neill, Da Kine, British Airways
      Top Tip: Use the equipment you know, don�t let people talk you into using a
      directional

      Suzi
      Nickname: Mum
      Nationality: British
      Real Job: P.A. for family building firm
      Kit used for Crossing: 16m Boxer, Thorn Twin tip, Seat Harness
      Best moment: Ripping her kite so she gets a new one from a real brand
      Worst moment: When they ripped her kite
      Sponsors: On Fire, Jezza
      Top Tip:

      Pictures: http://home.btconnect.com/EscapePhotograph/newmags/

      More info: http://www.watergatebay.co.uk/news/yesterday/38.htm"
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