Anzac Day morning after the dawn service I thought I'd take the Creek out, just to see how it would go in the smaller stuff.
A cracking day, not a cloud in the sky. Small, clean 1 to 2 foot rollers coming through, clear water, so clear I could see the contours in the sand.
I was pleasantly suprised to find how easy it was to get this board on to a small wave. Really good fun.
My young fella turned up.
"What, no board?!" I called to him
He's becoming a pretty good prone surfer, and has the occasional go on one of my SUPs (even though they're monstrous for him).
He reckoned it was all too little for him. I told him to go and grab one of my boards, come and join me.
He scurried back home and turned up not long after with my 8' Minion.
We had been having fun for about half an hour when I noticed he was eyeing off the Creek.
"Wanna swap?" I asked
"Hell yeah", he said.
That was the last time I got to surf my Creek that day.
I struggled a bit trying to get the minion on to the same waves, and the turn just wasn't in it without the shove.
"Waddya reckon?", I asked him, as he paddled back out after a lippy little wave.
"Mad", he said with a big grin, "I actually did two cutbacks on that little wave".
Considering the boy is only 40 kegs wringing wet, that's pretty bloody good on an 8'10" SUP.
Stirred a couple of tourists up who were panicking about the small bait ball they were sitting in. I pointed to my leg rope induced stumpy finger, and told them to get their limbs out of the water.

We paddled wayyyyyyy out the back to watch the C-17 do it's flyover. It came from behind the town, over the hills and did a big wing over across the point, before heading North to the next waiting crowd. We waved our paddles madly at the crew and pretended they could see us.
I'm starting to think that maybe the Creek is the only board I need.....
If I can ever get it back off my boy that is.

