2023 Queensland 18ft Skiff Championships – Day 1
Champagne sailing conditions on Waterloo Bay yesterday for the first two races of the Queensland Championships. Race 1 was a real sprint race, with Bigfoot winning with a time of […]
Read more...Bribie Skiff Fest – a photo essay
05/11/2013
Author: Skiffie
As the sun rose into a clear blue sky, and the residents of the peaceful hamlet of Bribie Island began to stir, a tricked out black Rav4 pulled into the park beside VMR. Its occupants started setting up camp, and were soon joined by a seemingly endless procession of cars and fourbys towing behind them a motley flotilla of weird looking craft.
What are these strange creatures descending upon the sub-tropical isle’s serene shores, the residents wondered?
Oh….that’s what they are….
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- Interlopers!
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- The fleet takes over the local park
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- Terry’s secrete weapon – potassium powered boom.
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- The mobile Sailing Office, Christine style.
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- Beach bums
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- Fat boats rule – Squid first to the water
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- A little help – Tank Girl gets a push
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- A ramp of 12 footers
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- Squid gets underway
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- Don’t mind us – Laurie entertains the locals
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- This beach launching caper doesn’t look too hard
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- Laurie and his crew prove too much for the poor old pelican
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- Tank Girl “powers up” (apparently)
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- Right, finally leaving the beach
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- WATCH OUT FOR THAT….err, never mind…
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- The 18’s head across the passage
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- Pennyliss (and crew after all) takes to the water
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- It’s off the beach and into the water for Pendeo
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- In all its 50 year history, I don’t think the old Bribie Bridge has seen anything like this
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- The Wingman shows how it’s done
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- Who bagged the bloody spinnaker?
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- Ullman Sails grabs the breeze
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- Organised chaos? 12s and 18s mixing it up
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- Random entertainment #4 – aka whoopsie
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- The fleet featuring Terry and the Amazing Detachable Backstay
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- Pennyliss stepping out
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- Close racing
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- Close racing
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- Close racing
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- Close racing
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- Pendeo sails off into the sunset
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- 12s showboating
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- Close racing, 12s style
As the sun sinks slowly in the west, and these strange creatures leave the water, pack up their craft, their mobile sailing office and their rescue boats and make their way homeward, tired but happy…(hopefully…), the island residents watch them cross the bridge and disappear into the gathering dusk and say to themselves….
….”what the hell was that??”
Thanks to Treasurer Julie for the photos and majority of the words.
