I was just getting into the car at about 9.30am when Steph called … he’d been talking to Ben and they’d changed the plan (one of the biggest changes being that Ben was now coming on the trip). We were now doing a paddle from Tinderbox to Taroona. I grumbled a bit in shock, he told me I didn’t have to come, I went.
I am pleased to say that I had a great trip, and that for his sins in changing the trip after our careful planning, Stephan capsized and had a terrible trip with waves slamming into him from the side for nearly half of the distance – not fun in an outrigger.
Given that I’d been given no say in the changed plans, I felt I was free to point out that those were the same waves that we would have been surfing if we’d stuck to the original plan and direction. This made a good trip better (ah the joy of the self-riteous)
However, I have to give him his credit, Stephan did apologise afterwards, and heck, I still got to paddle, and play. I got some great runs and I got to see just how good a paddler Ben really is.
Those are all good things. Kellevie tomorrow. Better get to bed.