Rainy Volleyball

Beach Volleyball   

So you'd be thinking of a sunny summer day, skies painted bright. Perhaps you'd even picture bikinis in every rainbow colour against the sand. Well you can forget about bikinis first of all because this is CHS(Country High Schools) beach volleyball. In our case we had collared (what?) singlets with vertical stripes of gold(yellow), white and green(bottle).

Waking before 5 thirty in the morning, when any respectful teen should be asleep, we headed north for Byron Bay. After a dramatic thunderstorm stomped through yesterday there were still drizzles and clouds hanging about during our three hour drive. The ranting within the car kept me faintly amused.

Of course entering Byron its pouring, though all the tiny shops still looked cheerful and closed. At first optimism serves the four of us from Orara and we all huddle under umbrellas and picnic shelters. Maybe its on, maybe its off, maybe we'll go and play indoor. We're not real happy either way.

Our teacher comes to tell us the day is going ahead, "You're on."

So of course one of my team mates replies, "And you're off." in exasperation. It truly is appalling weather for sunny beach volleyball.

Running out onto the beach in bare feet, singlets and shorts we shivered. The wind gusted off the sea, brutal and laced with icy drops. The sea melded with the sky at the horizon, bleak and unwelcoming. We immediately ran back up to the park to shelter under the trees. Eventually I gave up hiding from the very sky and started hitting the balls around. I thought, that's it weather- I don't even care.

Then they called it off, we were heading to Evan's Head to play indoors. Wait that is anyone who actually had to travel; Alstonville and Ballina (with the shortest drives), decided to just head home. Well kitted out for BEACH volleyball, Emma and Ruby, needed some shoes so we cruised around Byron looking for some. In woolies we find out that (of course) people from Byron Bay don't wear shoes so we head for the next closest- Ballina.  

By the time we got to the indoor courts (12 o'clock) it was as sunny as the sunshine sugar logo. We played two and a half muck around games against Wauchope then Evans Head and then the Wauchope junior boys. Ruby and I got in a few awesome blocks against the boys who looked sheepish whenever we won a point. All of us exploded into uncontrollable laughter for half a set and twice I got lucky, chucking my arms in the air at impossible shots and won the point. Crazy Fun.

Leaving at 2 I called the trip not an entire bust but what I would like to know is this: Out of the entire North Coast Region (about Wauchope to Queensland) why was this tournament held at Byron Bay? Almost the northern-most point. It meant that Wauchope had to travel six hours in a bus for a rain drenched fail. I know its lucky that we live in the middle of the region, but out in the regional areas why make students and teachers travel even more ridiculous distances than they already have to?

More opportunities, less travel.

the Challenges: great and small

My name is Sarah HP and I’m a Venturer Scout which means I have special abilities.

They’re supposed to be secret but, I think I can trust you.

I can leap off cliffs and survive. Just Imagine it for a second… You are teetering on the edge of a precipice. So high that below you the people are like ants. Your heart pounds, your knees shake, your hands clench and you lean back…

Over the edge you’re just… floating. You can see the rope that holds you as you safely abseil down the rock face.

That’s my real secret: I’ve learnt how to abseil.

Thanks to scouts and school excursions I’ve have the opportunity to do things that are a little wacky, but also fantastically fun!

Thus last holidays I led a four day hike over more than 70km along the Great North Walk. We started along the picturesque Hawkesbury River and pretty soon figured out it was harder than we’d thought.

It was the five of us against nature. Joe, Eli, Lachlan, Stephany and I all teenage venturer scouts ready to face this adventure. So hard that within the first ten minutes there were already whining children at my heels:

“Sarah, why’d you have to pick a hike with so many hills?” Oh yeah, oops.

On the plus side the brush was bursting with brilliant blooms, it was like somebody had emptied a flower kaleidoscope upon the hills. The views were spectacular after we’d dragged ourselves up 100’s of metres to the ridge-tops. They were a sweet reward for our efforts.

But there were still greater challenges for us upon this hike.

On the second day Stephany sprained ankle an ankle and the next day we lost her for a number of hours, but that all paled next to our final day:

The last day of our journey and we were so close to our victorious descent into Yarramalong, our endpoint. When…

Joe broke out in hideous fiery rashes. They spread across his skin, burning, itching and unstoppable. We had no antihistamines. No phone service. Panic set in for all of us: What if you were helplessly watching as dangerous rashes spread over your friend? Would you know what to do?

Eli and Lachlan heroically sprinted the 2kms to Yarramalong and called up for antihistamines. Steph and I were left to look on as the rashes got angrier. Can you imagine the feeling when you’re itching, almost as much as Joe was, to do something (anything) yet you can only wait.

After what felt like hours Eli and Lachlan came back to us. Help was on the way. Joe was just tough enough that he could walk so we stumbled onto the main road and fell with relief upon our emergency anti-histamine carriers. We hopped in the cars not even a k from our end point, not quite finishing as victoriously as we’d imagined. But everyone was safe, finally.

And with that happy ending here’s the moral.

 My four day journey was also a metaphoric journey of discovery. A challenge conquered. Everyone should be challenged because it is by challenges that we learn and improve.

So to better yourselves I challenge you, all of you, to take every day as an adventure for yourself. Make the most from life, grab every opportunity and be the best that you can be.

Thank you.

** Tonight Orara High School had five entrants (of six) into the Coffs Harbour Club Lions Youth of the Year competition of which I was one.  The speeches were tremendous and above is mine, given to a room of teachers, parents and most importantly Lions members.  Thank you to Lions for the opportunity to speak to you all.  It was a fantastic night :) 

Sailing on the wind @Urunga

Sailing, with the wind full and fast is probably the closest feeling to flying I've ever had. Each sport out there gives you a distinct sensation when you're doing it just right. Canoeing its peaceful; a gliding sensation that you feel as you balance and in the muscles as they bunch for another stroke, keeping rhythm and time.

Yet sailing is different. Leaning out over the water, under your torso there is air and spray and wind in your hair. You're sailing not just through the water but over it, flying so near to able to reach out to the ripples below you. It's a rush of speed and freedom because you know what it is that makes you move like that because its in your ears, loud and cool. There are no fumes or petrol. No chug-chugging or spluttering behind you. Its just wind and water. And you're part of it.

Two weeks ago I signed up for a sailing course with the Urunga Sail Training Club and today we had our first lesson. I was intensely excited as you might imagine from my description of sailing above but walking inside surprisingly I wasn't anxious like I might have expected. It was the third time I'd been to the clubhouse and there is something about it that sets me at ease.

When I'd stepped into the clubhouse two weeks ago I felt an instant connection. Maybe it was the ancient plaster board, thick with layered paint and patched together into geometrics. Or perhaps it was the brick fireplace and the proportions of floor, rafters, windows and doors. It was only when we got "the tour" that my eyes had picked up on the flag, green for scouts and above it the familiar portraits of Baden Powell, Our Queen Elizabeth and another more damaged.

It became more obvious even without the explanation, "Yeah this used to be the Urunga Sea Scout Hall." The structure and its paraphernalia had a commonness with all scout halls, probably across the country. Certainly it reminded me of a down-sized copy of my own group's hall up at Coffs. Surveying the tiny kitchen behind the window, the random old furniture and the murals across the walls it was like meeting the siblings of an old friend.

So here was this new hobby I had come to explore and though I wasn't sure about all the booms, vangs and curled up white material I felt an intimate knowledge of the place already.

Outside too was a tangled memory of camping, canoeing, swimming and late night games of spotlight. The Russell buildings I found today felt so much smaller like a doll's house of the originals, a brick boat house facing down the ramp to the river and the square hall above the skewed concrete dock. As scouts, when we were still allowed to stay in them, I remember camping clustered on the grassy patches between them. The Russell buildings had been like a second Station Creek; a place for water activities and exploring the river during the day and the vista of the golf course for nocturnal wide games.

As we gazed out over the river to view our sailing conditions today I glimpsed to my left around the boat shed the fig swinging low over the high tide where I'd climbed like a wily monkey. To my left in front of the veranda I could almost still see a Venturer chilling in his hammock while exuberant scouts chased rabbits.

Now in my head I know the river pretty well too, having swum my way across its heaving currents between the island and the shore several times on scout camps. But I have a feeling that it will be another thing when I am trying to steer a sailboat along it. I've learnt some of that sailing lingo today as we tightened the d-shackles to the boats up to set them up on land today. Then we capsized them to learn how to un-capsize and I tried to wrap my head around the way to adjust the mainsail, jib and steering in order to properly harness this invisible force we were dealing with.

The others may still be anxious about the sailing part, and though I don't really get all those details I'm not. I'm keen and can't wait to get out on the water next week!