My
nephew, who has some passing interest in rock climbing (mostly in the
climbing gym) occasionally drives south to stay with us for a couple
of days. He is 32 and thus, of an age where young men should be
challenged mentally and physically. This is basic evolutionary
biology which exists – like binary sex - whether you believe in it
or not. An increasing proportion of society would like to erase the
precepts of science arguing instead that humans have no common
genetic traits and are, as John Locke theorised in the middle 1600’s,
merely blank slates (tabula rasa) upon which are imprinted societal
constructs. That’s not turning out very well for either
individuals or society but humans are mostly not rational, despite
what we like to believe. All philosophical arguments aside, when my
nephew comes to stay we plan activities, because young men like
cattle dogs are best behaved when tired out at the end of an active
day.
The first day we went rock climbing. Despite vowing every year to
stay in shape for climbing, the end of summer finds me in perilously
bad shape. Strength based skill sports get harder and harder each
year, which is no doubt why there are so few older rock climbers
around. Nevertheless, I try to – as RedGum would say - “keep the
faith,” and keep climbing. We put Mitchell on a couple of projects
at the crag. I’ve climbed one of them clean on top-rope but the
second one I’ve never been able to do two or three crux moves that
make up the middle part of the route.
There was zero chance of M sending either; the flexibility and
strength of youth cannot make up for slip-shod footwork. I have one
leg markedly weaker than the other despite years of trying to bring
the weak leg up to the stronger leg. I’ve always assumed that it
is this weak leg that makes the opening moves on this particular
route feel desperately hard but watching M slip, slide, fall, and
thrutch on the same moves I wondered if the weakness might be
somewhere else up the kinetic chain, my fingers or core perhaps?
There’s so much weakness when you are old that it’s best not to
catalogue every imperfection.
On the second day we went sea kayaking. There was a big swell
with a long period. The period was up to 16 seconds which is almost
unheard of on the south coast of NSW where a long period is in the
order of 10 or 11 seconds. Sixteen seconds is more typical of the
Southern Ocean. In addition to the long period, the waves were very
large. The wave buoy, which was three kilometres due east of the
Tollgate Islands last time we found it, was reporting maximum swells
to six metres with average swells in the three to four metre range.
The swell was too big to get off our beach safely, in addition to
breaking across the mouth of the bay, the water was surging across
the parking lot so there was nowhere to launch a kayak anyway.

We trolleyed about five minutes further to a beach facing north
into Batemans Bay where we were able to launch into Short Beach Creek
and out to sea. I’ve wanted to paddle out Short Beach Creek for
ages but you need either a lot of rain or a very high tide,
preferably both. I had walked along to Observation Point in the
morning to suss out the route to a couple of surf spots in the Bay
that are good in big conditions. Batemans Bay is very shallow and in
heavy swells there can be surf breaks all the way across the Bay from
Square Head to Observation Point.

I had picked a line that went to the west of the westerly cardinal
marker and then slightly northeast past another marker out into
deeper water but when we launched, the change in tide height meant
that the waves were breaking to the west of the cardinal marker but
not to the east! We went out single file, me leading, M behind me,
and Doug coming last. The swells were very big and rising steeply in
the shallow water. At one point, I turned around and noted that M
had drifted off my course and I yelled to get him back into position.
It felt a bit like skiing a big avalanche slope: you’ll be quite
safe as long as you stay off the convex roll!
We paddled right around the north side of Snapper Island keeping
well off reefs and into the more sheltered waters to the west of
Square Head. Cullendulla Creek runs out here and with a falling
tide, you can get really long rides on friendly waves. The tide was
rising so conditions were not as good as other times, but I notched
up four kilometres riding in and then paddling back out again. M did
quite well but lacked the pattern recognition to know when to paddle
hard to stay in front of the wave. He only flipped once and managed
to cowboy back in. We had a break on shore and then paddled over to
Cullendulla where there were lots of families and few surfers. After
trying a couple of spots, we found a nice metre high green wave that
provided long rides in a spot where we were not in danger of wiping
out any small children. It was lots of fun.
On the way back, we looked at paddling back the “inside route”
which passes between Snapper Island and Observation Head. There are
multiple reefs and sandbars through here where the water is less than
two metres deep so it can be very dodgy, particularly with big sets
coming in, to get through safely. In the end, we decided to go
around. Getting caught by a bigger than average wave would be really
nasty, these swells were very powerful! As we paddled into Caseys
Beach and shelter from the dry reef, one set of 4 or 5 big swells
stood up and curled slightly at the top. M who was dutifully
following my line in, asked “is that going to break?” “No,
no,” I said, more confidently than I felt, “just keep paddling
steadily.”
The next day we went mountain biking. We had only one more goal
to achieve, tire M out so that he was unable to ride up the hills.
We had him falling while climbing, capsizing while kayaking, so this
was all that remained! I honestly thought it would be harder than it
was but, on the last uphill on the trails as I puffed along the trail
coming DFL (dead fucking last) – my quads were starting to quiver –
I found M pushing the bicycle up hill. “Time to go home,” I
thought. “Our work here is done.” Good times all round and M
was pretty well behaved!