I went out again. this time off a legit beach. I watched the waves, counted, watched and I noted the pattern best I could. I found a quiet lull, walked out, dragging my kayak and I was off and paddling. I look back and saw my friend fighting it...he jumped onto his kayak knees first and found himself unable to balance enough to get on his butt. I adverted my eyes..hahah..
we fished and fished..got some, lost some giants. laughed. it was socked in foggy. after mere minutes on the water, my orientation was erased. I could make out land, but where we put in was lost to me. this effed with my nerves...but I put my head down and kept fishing. I was putting my trust on my GPS. I marked the beach and I marked a point directly out from the beach. Never got seasick. ate some cold frittata and bread. tried like hell to stay hydrated. something about being out there makes me not thirsty. Headache this morning. damn.
well, it was the moment I have had nightmares about. the one that had been riding shotgun with me all day long. the Spector called "the beach landing". I went in easy. just slow. trying to read the wave timing. I was bobbing up and down in a kelp bed. Mr. stuck on his knees was hollering out tips.
I saw a window so I pulled my pedal drive up, and started paddling. I got close to shore and I felt a wave pick me up. I was looking down on beach. I started paddling hard! I swear the nose of my kayak was cantilevered out and rode that thing in like Hawaii-5.0. had my left foot overboard already and I felt it touch land and I jumped off, grabbed the nose of my kayak and dragged it fully on shore. like a BOSS!! I guy came and asked me for tips and told him..today was my first beach experience...he said, "really?"
I look back and I see my friend sideways in the waves. how he saved it was beyond me.
the guy that asked me questions went into a washing machine. full yard sale. he tumbled 2x. hahah..we had to wade in and save his stuff.
