My close call - Be Careful
Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 10:10 pm
Be careful out there everyone.
*Don't rush. Think Everything out*
Today I had a close call with serious trouble at Berkeley (Pt. Emory). I came a way with 3 sore fingers, some bloodied knuckles, a minorly bruised ego, and a damaged strap on my life vest.
Here's my story:
When I kite at Berkeley (rarely) and at OB (fairly frequently) my self-launch/land strategy has always been to fill a big, heavy duty bag with sand, attach some rope to the bag, and a climbing carabiner to the rope. Easy as pie, every time. It feels safe. It is safe.
Today the sand was hard and heavy and wet and hard to dig/scrape off the beach. I filled the bag part way, determined it wasn't enough. Filled some more. Figured it would be good (especially since it was wet), but I *RUSHED* to that judgement because I had someone ready to help me launch (rather than using/testing the bag).
Off to the bay... great session. Not killer but fun to be out as always. 9m depowered most the way. Felt great. Felt glued to my surfboard since I actually remembered wax today.
Time to come in and self-land as always. Depower the kite. Walk to the bag. Hook carabiner to chicken loop. Fly kite to edge of window. Remove donkey dick. Be careful of the woman walking near my kite. At this time everything's good.
Then I unhooked my chicken loop from my harness and immediately realized the bag wasn't heavy enough. The kite was on the sand at the edge of the window, so I was okay, steering it back down to the ground, but it was quite a precarious spot to be in... The kite wanted to fly. I had no way to land that kite from this position (bag would have been dragged along beach).
I debate my options... start trying to kick sand int the bag while holding the kite on the edge of the window? That could take 20-30 minutes with all my attention now on flying the kite. Not very reasonable. Try to get the old lady passing by to grab the kite? No way she's strong enough. Try to pull on lines (alternate self-landing style) and get the kite to fall on it's leading edge?
Yeah... trying to carefully steer/land the kite down was the best option for me.
It didn't take long for the option to not work. One miscalculated pull and up the kite went right overhead. Powered up heading towards the bike path. One quick loop and we're off. Next stop I-80. Over the logs into those awesome soft green plant things.
Crash! It was over. It kite came down just short of the bike path, fully powered. I'm panicking, laying on my stomach in those awesome soft green plant things hoping the kite doesn't start pulling more. Some bikers/runners come by trying to help. I see that my safety has wrapped itself around the control bar. No way to depower that sucker. They can't really hold the kite/don't know what to do.
With urgency and calm I shout instructions to grab the "big black tube" on the edge. Why are there no big dudes around? Only 2 small women. Not enough to hold the kite. Make that now 3 small women. They're holding the kite tight, but it could still go flying. Finally, more shouts for help and some stronger people come by and upon my instruction, wrestle the kite to the ground.
Finally I can detach my leash, I come join them in the civilians vs kite wrestling match on the bike path, and I deflate the kite. I get to go home safely. Phew.
Kitemare? Maybe, but with a happy ending. Getting dragged over those logs could have ended much worse. I'm actully probably quite lucky.
BTW. I was wearing a helmet. I'm glad I always do when a situation like this happens to me.
IT ALL COULD HAVE BEEN PREVENTED IF I HADN'T RUSHED OUT TO THE WATER.
Shame on me. Don't be like today me. Be like every other day me, who's extra careful.
Should I now grab the popcorn?
*Don't rush. Think Everything out*
Today I had a close call with serious trouble at Berkeley (Pt. Emory). I came a way with 3 sore fingers, some bloodied knuckles, a minorly bruised ego, and a damaged strap on my life vest.
Here's my story:
When I kite at Berkeley (rarely) and at OB (fairly frequently) my self-launch/land strategy has always been to fill a big, heavy duty bag with sand, attach some rope to the bag, and a climbing carabiner to the rope. Easy as pie, every time. It feels safe. It is safe.
Today the sand was hard and heavy and wet and hard to dig/scrape off the beach. I filled the bag part way, determined it wasn't enough. Filled some more. Figured it would be good (especially since it was wet), but I *RUSHED* to that judgement because I had someone ready to help me launch (rather than using/testing the bag).
Off to the bay... great session. Not killer but fun to be out as always. 9m depowered most the way. Felt great. Felt glued to my surfboard since I actually remembered wax today.
Time to come in and self-land as always. Depower the kite. Walk to the bag. Hook carabiner to chicken loop. Fly kite to edge of window. Remove donkey dick. Be careful of the woman walking near my kite. At this time everything's good.
Then I unhooked my chicken loop from my harness and immediately realized the bag wasn't heavy enough. The kite was on the sand at the edge of the window, so I was okay, steering it back down to the ground, but it was quite a precarious spot to be in... The kite wanted to fly. I had no way to land that kite from this position (bag would have been dragged along beach).
I debate my options... start trying to kick sand int the bag while holding the kite on the edge of the window? That could take 20-30 minutes with all my attention now on flying the kite. Not very reasonable. Try to get the old lady passing by to grab the kite? No way she's strong enough. Try to pull on lines (alternate self-landing style) and get the kite to fall on it's leading edge?
Yeah... trying to carefully steer/land the kite down was the best option for me.
It didn't take long for the option to not work. One miscalculated pull and up the kite went right overhead. Powered up heading towards the bike path. One quick loop and we're off. Next stop I-80. Over the logs into those awesome soft green plant things.
Crash! It was over. It kite came down just short of the bike path, fully powered. I'm panicking, laying on my stomach in those awesome soft green plant things hoping the kite doesn't start pulling more. Some bikers/runners come by trying to help. I see that my safety has wrapped itself around the control bar. No way to depower that sucker. They can't really hold the kite/don't know what to do.
With urgency and calm I shout instructions to grab the "big black tube" on the edge. Why are there no big dudes around? Only 2 small women. Not enough to hold the kite. Make that now 3 small women. They're holding the kite tight, but it could still go flying. Finally, more shouts for help and some stronger people come by and upon my instruction, wrestle the kite to the ground.
Finally I can detach my leash, I come join them in the civilians vs kite wrestling match on the bike path, and I deflate the kite. I get to go home safely. Phew.
Kitemare? Maybe, but with a happy ending. Getting dragged over those logs could have ended much worse. I'm actully probably quite lucky.
BTW. I was wearing a helmet. I'm glad I always do when a situation like this happens to me.
IT ALL COULD HAVE BEEN PREVENTED IF I HADN'T RUSHED OUT TO THE WATER.
Shame on me. Don't be like today me. Be like every other day me, who's extra careful.
Should I now grab the popcorn?