Bass Strait Direct
The first direct, non-stop crossing by sea kayak by Andrew McAuley
Sea kayaks are incredible things. Their simplicity completely belies their amazing
sea worthiness. No other sea-going vessel can be rolled through 360 degrees or
pitch-poled end-over-end with no damage whatsoever. Some paddlers do this just
for fun! A recreational kayaker can have a great paddle in weather that sends many
yachts running for shelter. A well-built kayak is limited not by the modest
dimensions of the craft, but by the imagination and skill of the person sitting in the
To my eternal regret, I have a vivid imagination. After crossing the western side of
Bass Strait in January 2003 I imagined that much more was possible. Although the
100km ocean crossing from King Island to Apollo Bay had felt pretty ‘out there’ and
committing, I couldn’t help but think this was just the beginning of an exploration
into what is possible in a kayak. I had paddled 100km in a day and not a drop of
water leaked into the hatches. If you have faith in your boat, why not keep
paddling? Night paddling had never bothered me too much, in fact I quite like it.
However, I do like my sleep! I asked around and did a bit of research to find out
whether anyone had successfully slept in an unmodified kayak at sea before. There
was very little information available. After considerable thought, I felt that there
were advantages to paddling right through the night rather than trying to sleep. For
one, you wouldn’t be kidding yourself that you’d get a decent bit of kip when it was
pretty clear that this was unlikely. Also, by continuing to paddle you are likely to
stay warmer with the body heat generated by paddling. You will also get off the
water quicker. This is important because the longer you are out there on the water,
the more exposed you are to changes in the weather, adverse currents, and the
movement of your kayak on the ocean, which can be tiring after 24 hours or so.
Aside from seeing what my kayak could do, I was also keen to explore the
boundaries of my own endurance. I didn’t have to look too far to find a suitable
crossing to aim for. Bass Strait had never, as far as my friends and I knew, been
crossed in a direct line by kayak. Almost all previous crossings had used the islands
of the eastern side of the strait, and just a couple of people had been successful on
the western route via King Island. Although island hopping either side of Bass Strait
is a more reasonable proposition, both these routes are nonetheless serious paddles
in themselves. With no previously recorded direct crossings of the Strait, there was
an opportunity to explore the unknown that I couldn’t resist. There were so many
questions: could it be done? (I thought so). How long would it take? What is the
best route? How will tidal drift and ocean currents affect me? What is the best time
of year? What sort of conditions will I need? Should I try to sleep during the night
or paddle non-stop? How fit will I need to be? How will my body hold up? Who
should I tell?
It was the unknowns that made this trip attractive. I love the exploratory aspects.
Obviously Bass Strait is well charted and there is no true ‘exploring’ left to be done in
this part of the world, however for sea kayakers this was something new. No-one
knew how long this trip would take or even if it could be done. It’s a bit like a first
ascent, which in climbing terms is always more attractive than repeating someone
I set off on the long drive from my Blue Mountains home in late November 2003.
After an overnight camp at Canning River and a speeding fine courtesy of the
Victorian Police, I arrived at Tidal River on Wilson’s Prom looking forward to the big
adventure. I paddled around to Oberon Bay a couple of kilometers south for a quiet
night’s sleep on the beach. The forecast was still good although not absolutely
perfect: there would be light beam-on easterlies turning north-east later in the day.
A perfect forecast would have been light northerlies the whole time, however the
weather systems move quickly through Bass Strait and I reasoned that if you wait
for perfect conditions down here you won’t get much paddling done. The wind was
forecast to gradually become more favourable later the next day. Everything felt
right, so I was fired up and ready to go. The paddle was on! Early the next morning
I struggled down the beach with my loaded kayak. The tide was dropping and it was
a long carry to the water’s edge. Wilson’s Prom has stunning scenery and I savoured
the last of the mainland that I would see for a while. I set off with a certain amount
of trepidation. A seal colony in the Anser Group of islands provided some light
entertainment. Hundreds of these magnificent creatures were occupying a large
cave and every available rock. They were making a huge racket and their grunting
and barking echoed and was magnified by the cave. It was actually quite
intimidating and as I did not wish to disturb them I paddled on. Besides, I had
paddled just a few kilometres and still had a long way to go!
As expected the wind was from my port beam most of the day, slowly swinging to
the stern quarter as the day wore on. It was light initially but reached about 15
knots with plenty of whitecaps by about 11am. Curtis Island is a very steep and
dramatic piece of rock that was visible in the distance. It provided a benchmark for
my progress. It certainly was helpful to have something to measure my progress by,
and a lot more interesting than looking at an unbroken horizon. By late afternoon
the island had disappeared in the distance behind me and I felt very, very alone.
There had been one trawler pass by during the day but they hadn’t noticed this lone
paddler on their patch of ocean, which was fine by me. I checked my progress after
12 hours paddling and I had done about 90km. This was good progress but I knew I
would slow down as the effects of fatigue and sleep deprivation kicked in. I fuelled
up regularly all day rather than have the usual three big meals. As the sun went
down I stayed focused on paddling and I had no intention of stopping for sleep. As
this trip was shortly after the new moon, I had just a thin sickle in the sky that would
illuminate the night for a few hours before setting. With eyes well adjusted to the
night this was enough light, however it was very dark when that moon went down! I
had been hoping for a full moon for more light but in my mind the good forecast took
precedence over the state of the moon. The stars were spectacular and it was
exhilarating to be out in such a committing position on a beautiful night.
There was an exciting moment when I felt the need to pee late in the night. I
deployed a drogue and sponsons in order to remain stable enough on what had
become a fairly choppy sea and a very dark night. Everything is harder at night.
With the wind in my face as I deployed the drogue off the bow, the sea seemed quite
wild in the dark, it was totally different to having the wind & seas from behind. The
lack of visual cues makes an enormous difference to how you perceive the weather
and conditions around you! You have to rely on your other senses and this can take
some getting used to, especially after all day and half a night on the water.
With no moon I was still reasonably happy to plod along, trying to maintain the pace
and look after my body. There was a real low point between about 2am and 5am. I
was feeling a lot like a bit of kip and started dropping off to sleep while still paddling.
This is a lot like dropping off to sleep at the wheel of the car while still driving. I
fought the urge as best I could but there comes a point where the heaviness of your
eyelids is irresistible, and I nodded off and capsized. I woke up just as my head hit
the water. A face full of Bass Strait made sure I was wide awake by the time I found
myself upside down and staring at the cold black depths below. I rolled back up
again and paddled hard for the next half hour or so to warm up, and then settled
back into a steady rhythm.
Eventually the dawn broke and I found myself somewhat weary but still plugging on.
An hour or so later I saw a jagged mountain range on the horizon in the far south.
You beauty!!! Tassie really is out there after all!!! (You begin to doubt even obvious
truths when you’ve been at sea for some time!) It took another couple of hours until
I realized I was looking at a jagged bank of storm clouds off to the south. This was
somewhat deflating even though I had known it was far too early to see the
mainland. Around this time my mind started playing tricks on me. A few times I felt
I was passing close to a bridge pylon, although I was still 80km from land. The
wrap-around style of hat I was wearing cast shadows on the side of my face and I
ducked quickly to one side several times to ensure I didn’t hit these imaginary
obstacles. Later, the bank of clouds off to the south seemed to be moving towards
me as though painted on a huge mobile background movie set. Eventually the world
returned to normal and all the while I just kept plugging away, drawing inexorably
closer to Tassie.
Towards mid-afternoon Table Cape came into view, and a bulk carrier passed by –
firm evidence there were people out there to the south!! I put total faith in my
compass and hours later Boat Harbour, nestled close to Rocky Cape National Park,
came into view. Needless to say the final kilometers in to shore were painfully slow.
I finally pulled in to the beach, unsure of exactly where to land as I wanted a quiet,
uninterrupted nights sleep that night. In the end I went straight to the surf club as I
could see some boat sheds that looked like a good place to doss for the night. As I
pulled up to the beach I got out of my kayak in waist deep water, which was good
because with the water supporting me I didn’t fall over straight away! One of the
locals rushed down to help me, or so I thought. “Sorry mate, we don’t take boat
people here!”, he remarked dryly. After enquiring where I had come from he offered
me a bed for the night at his dairy farm a few kilometers away. Boat Harbour is a
small place and it didn’t take long for the word about my trip to spread. Someone
called the media and later that evening a newspaper photographer turned up. The
ABC also got hold of me at the farmhouse. Tassie hospitality was fantastic as
always, and I didn’t have to try too hard to get a lift to Devonport for the ferry home
the next day. Everything had fallen in to place and the trip I had planned and
dreamed about for over a year had finally been pulled off.
I would like to thank Roger and Julie at Blue Earth Canoe and Camping in
Drummoyne for their assistance and support.
© Andrew McAuley 2005. All rights reserved.
I did a lot of research into long distance paddling for this trip, which included
collecting information on all the long-distance (over 100km) ocean paddles that I
could find. There are only a few published accounts. It was useful to read the trip
reports and calculate the average speeds that others had managed over these sorts
of distances. I also read up on sleep deprivation and what to expect, and how to
cope with it. There is quite a bit of information available on this subject as it relates
to endurance races of various sorts. The other obvious bits of information to collect
included the best routes across to Tassie and the best landings once I got there. The
shortest route is from Wilsons Promontory in Victoria to Stanley on Tasmania’s
north-west coast. If leaving from Tidal River this is 211km. I considered paddling
from Tassie north to the mainland as an alternative, however I rejected this idea for
a number of reasons. Firstly, the fact that I was based on the mainland made it
easier to leave from there. Secondly, I would need a south to south-westerly wind
to paddle in this direction. While winds from the south-west occur frequently, this is
a colder wind and the cold could be a problem during the night-time period of this
paddle. If I left from the mainland I would be looking for northerlies or northeasters,
which would be warmer and therefore make the night paddling easier.
Finally another consideration was the fact that leaving from the Prom leaves you with
more options if the wind changes; there are several possible landings along the north
coast of Tassie that all lie a similar distance from the Prom, if a direct route is taken
to them. They are from west to east (assuming a departure from Tidal River):
Circular Head 211km
Rocky Cape 213km
Boat Harbour 220km
Low Head 229km
West Sandy Point 227km
Waterhouse Point 230km
Cape Portland 235km
I decided against the eastern options due to their proximity to Banks Strait and the
strong currents there. There was also a possibility of strong currents in the Stanley
area (North Cape and waters to the west in particular) and I assumed there would be
some tidal drift offshore as I approached this area, so I decided to stay clear. I
settled on Rocky Cape as the target as it was almost as close as Stanley however
was likely to have less tidal influence. Eventually I moved this target further east to
Boat Harbour, because Rocky Cape is fairly remote and I was less likely to be able to
arrange transport from there than from a small town such as Boat Harbour. So Boat
Harbour it was. I did extensive research to try and determine what sort of currents
to expect on my route. There is not much available on this subject, but Flinders
University in Adelaide had some useful information to share. There appears not to
be a lot of tidal influence if your route is well away from the islands, although as
mentioned research in this area is limited and conclusive data is hard to find.
I discussed the trip with some likely partners and got a mixed response. Aside from
very few people being interested in the hardship involved, there were other problems
unique to this trip. It seemed that the security one usually draws from paddling with
others could be a liability on a trip of this nature. If the fatigue levels of two or three
paddlers did not coincide, the ultimate pace would be slower than paddling alone.
Keeping track of other paddlers during the long hard night paddling would be very
difficult as well. On the balance I was comfortable with the idea of going alone,
although I enjoy the company of others on my more ‘normal’ trips!
As would be expected, I did a lot of training in the lead-up to this paddle to ensure
that I had adequate fitness. I competed in the Hawkesbury Classic and did a lot
racing during the week and on weekends, along with long day paddles of around
60km on the ocean whenever I had the chance. I rejected any thought of taking a
sail or kite on the trip. After all, this would have made it a sailing trip and not a
Ocean crossings have always fascinated me. Although some folk claim they are
monotonous due to a lack of coastal scenery, it often surprising what you can see
out there. Sometimes, a long hard crossing can be a rather meditative experience.
There is certainly a mental aspect to it all that is interesting in itself. Completing a
long, hard crossing safely and in good style is enormously satisfying as well, and so
it was with this trip – even more so since no-one had passed this way before. It was
something of an exploration for Australian sea kayaking, and I felt very fortunate to
have been a part of it.
Ian Dunn and Peter Provis from the VSKC helped enormously with logistics and
transport. Thanks guys!!
© Andrew McAuley 2005.
NOTE: Andrew McAuley was tragically lost at sea when attempting to cross the Tasman Sea in February 2007. Please see Andrew’s website to find out more about his remarkable legacy.