Desperate for a kite I went out in some average conditions today, very gusty with a building swell and following tide. Anyway was getting along okay for a while and then the wind just happened to drop out while I was in front of a decent sized wave that had just broken. The kite starts to drop out and before I can get it moving again another wave breaks over top of me and I lose control of the kite, dropping it in the water.
I have a quick try at launching again but another wave comes in and takes it away before it breaks free.. Bugger. Anyway I decide to eject the kite before it takes me for a backward submarine back to shore. I go the first safety and then quick smart with the second one. As I swim back to shore I notice the kite isn't following my master plan, i.e. taking the waves into shore, its port wing tip is holding shape and the cross shore breeze is blowing it down wind at a rate of knots with the current.
Fark, think I've just done my dosh. I get into shore and throw my board up above the high water mark and start to bolt down the beach after my kite. Was thinking at this point, how bloody unfit I've managed to get over winter, and seriously regretting going that extra beer last night. I manage to catch up with the kite and do my best Zohan impersonation to try and get off shore and close to it. No dice, as soon as I got near the wind grabbed it and threw it up and down wind. I swim back to shore, by this time I'm sucking air like it's about to run out.
I see a bit of a sand bank a couple of hundred meters down wind that extends out 10 meters or so which might get me close enough. Dragged my tired arse down and managed to just get ahead of the kite before it passed by the submerged sand bank. You...can..get..it.. It starts to slip past me.. Noooooo! A couple of Zohan dolphin dives and I get a finger on the leading edge just as another gust comes through. If I hadn't got it that time it was off to Double Island point. I grabbed on to it as if I had just saved my favourite dog from the jaws of some 12 foot tiger shark. I planted the kite on the beach and lay down sucking air for a good 20mins thinking how **** getting older is.
The point of this lengthy recount, besides maybe a laugh, is when I finally managed to get my lines out of the sea I could see why the kite kept powering up. The chicken loop/QR had made a nice little knot with the safety line and depower strap, stopping the safety from fully engaging. I reckon if I had held off on deploying the second safety until it started to turn me it would have been the usual swim back to shore without the half marathon down the beach... But I could be wrong. I have seen my fully depowered kite get stuck in a rip and head out to sea against the wind before. Maybe the real lesson was to not go out in cross shore, gusty, head high crap