We have been going up to Cooktown a bit lately, weve been going to a place called Archers point. Its not a great buggy spot but it is a beautiful place to go camping and the wind is fantastic! Its a few hours north of Port Douglas and the trade winds come in there properly. The wind is a garanteed 10 knots stronger than here. Its not a very long run, maybe a few hundred metres but its great to get the adrenalin pumping. 

We ran into Jason (Briskites) and the Brissy crew. It was also school holidays so it was fairly crowded on the water. At low tide no-one can kite so I had it all to myself.

So to paint a picture, Its blowing 25 knots, I'm flying down the beach and looking for a spot to turn, got my bar fully out but the buggy is still accelerating! Then i cross the shallow creek between the sandbars, the buggy does a bit of aquaplaning and comes unstuck for a bit. I'm now running out of room and have to turn, skidding the buggy sideways doesnt seem to do much to slow me down so I throw a downloop and do a big carving turn and hope I come out of it before i slide into the deeper creek on the other side!

It was during one of the downloops that I had a bit of an 'OH SHIT!" moment, got the timing a bit wrong, went a bit wide with too much speed and ended up with a steering line wrapped around the axil. Shit! the kites gone into a death loop, I pulled my safety and miraculasely the kite stops death looping for a bit. I roll out  of the buggy, crawl around the back and try to unwind the steering line from the wheel, got it half undone when the kite decides to take off death looping again. Theres nothing I can do now so I let go, the buggy gets dragged over me and towards the mangroves, I wave goodbye to it and am thankfull I got away without getting hurt. Eventually the kite ran into a mangrove tree and stopped.

I didnt see any crocs butt theres supposed to be a big one lives just around  the corner in the next bay,  a bit later the boys (my mate and Jason) saw me sitting on the sandbar without a buggy or kite, they came over and rescued me. I'd been lucky, the kite had dragged between the rocks missing them all, and ended up stopping micely on a mangrove tree and without any damage.