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| As we drove to the put-in, Chuckanut Bay looked flat. We resigned ourselves to a slow slog back, but at least it would be exercise. When we reached Wild Cat the wind was strong and the Bay was white capping. I had great rides with some nice linking down to Governor’s Point. Chuckanut Bay had some chunky waves powered by the East wind. I didn’t have my usual power and got caught by a side wave and flipped. I never mind a huli early in a paddle as I remount and become more aggressive and not as concerned about going over. I get confidence by remounting in the conditions of the day. | As we drove to the put-in, Chuckanut Bay looked flat. We resigned ourselves to a slow slog back, but at least it would be exercise. When we reached Wild Cat the wind was strong and the Bay was white capping. I had great rides with some nice linking down to Governor’s Point. Chuckanut Bay had some chunky waves powered by the East wind. I didn’t have my usual power and got caught by a side wave and flipped. I never mind a huli early in a paddle as I remount and become more aggressive and not as concerned about going over. I get confidence by remounting in the conditions of the day. | ||
| - | Denise Week waited for me and we paddled side-by-side for a bit. The message was clear, we need to work our way right and aim for the can off of Post Point. I would catch a couple waves that took me East, but the majority of the waves had a different idea and pushed me West. Later Denise mentioned she saw me and then I was gone. She wasn’t sure if I was ahead, behind, East or West. She did what I would have done and headed on a course to Marine Park. | + | Denise Weeks waited for me and we paddled side-by-side for a bit. The message was clear, we need to work our way right and aim for the can off of Post Point. I would catch a couple waves that took me East, but the majority of the waves had a different idea and pushed me West. Later Denise mentioned she saw me and then I was gone. She wasn’t sure if I was ahead, behind, East or West. She did what I would have done and headed on a course to Marine Park. |
| I however, was going further and further West. At first I thought maybe I could make Squalicum. Then the cement factory. When I realized I wasn’t even going to be inside the moored freighters, I was focused on just reaching land, whatever land was in front of me. | I however, was going further and further West. At first I thought maybe I could make Squalicum. Then the cement factory. When I realized I wasn’t even going to be inside the moored freighters, I was focused on just reaching land, whatever land was in front of me. | ||
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| As I got further North the waves became choppy and bigger and bigger. We had passed a few logs earlier but now they were everywhere. I crested one wave to see I was headed toward the root system of an upended tree. I yelled to myself, “You’ve got to be kidding”. I was wallowing and then speeding forward and wallowing again as I dodged the 3-foot-high web of roots. | As I got further North the waves became choppy and bigger and bigger. We had passed a few logs earlier but now they were everywhere. I crested one wave to see I was headed toward the root system of an upended tree. I yelled to myself, “You’ve got to be kidding”. I was wallowing and then speeding forward and wallowing again as I dodged the 3-foot-high web of roots. | ||
| - | In these conditions, I was alternating between hulis and maneuvering around wood. Almost every time I went in the stern leash was either wrapped around the stern or the rudder. I would move to the back of the boat and untangle the leash. Every huli my marine radio fell out of my PDF’s pocket. During at least three of my hulis my radio leash wrapped around my stern leash, further complicating remounting the boat and extending my time in the water. I tried stuffing my radio back into my vest pocket, but that became more difficult as time went on. On two remounts I landed sitting on my radio. I was unsuccessful at reaching down and shifting my weight to remove the radio. Back into the water. On some remounts the radio would be under my thigh, taking away any leg drive I could muster. | + | In these conditions, I was alternating between hulis and maneuvering around wood. Almost every time I went in the stern leash was either wrapped around the stern or the rudder. I would move to the back of the boat and untangle the leash. Every huli my marine radio fell out of my PFD’s pocket. During at least three of my hulis my radio leash wrapped around my stern leash, further complicating remounting the boat and extending my time in the water. I tried stuffing my radio back into my vest pocket, but that became more difficult as time went on. On two remounts I landed sitting on my radio. I was unsuccessful at reaching down and shifting my weight to remove the radio. Back into the water. On some remounts the radio would be under my thigh, taking away any leg drive I could muster. |
| Another complication was the plug in the stern. During almost every huli the plug was ripped out of the hole. It added yet another water-logged, time-consuming chore to push the plug back into place. During one remounting attempt, I couldn’t quite reach the bucket and I looked back and the leash was hung up on the plug. I tried kicking the leash but it wouldn’t release. Back to the end of the boat to untangle the leash and secure the plug. | Another complication was the plug in the stern. During almost every huli the plug was ripped out of the hole. It added yet another water-logged, time-consuming chore to push the plug back into place. During one remounting attempt, I couldn’t quite reach the bucket and I looked back and the leash was hung up on the plug. I tried kicking the leash but it wouldn’t release. Back to the end of the boat to untangle the leash and secure the plug. | ||
| - | During one of my brief paddling segments I spotted a 20-foot-long, 18-inch-in-diameter, log ahead and perpendicular to the boat. The sucker looked like it was moving East and we were on a collision course. Having recently been t-boned, I had no interest in repeating that experience. I went into the bay before the log could hit me. Gently the bow of the boat went up on the log. Then I had to get the boat off the log and get far enough away that the boat didn’t get hurt. The wind was my friend, as I angled the stern to catch a gust and I pushed and swam the boat off the log. Once off I still had to get enough distance away from the log so the waves would crash us together. This was time-consuming. | + | During one of my brief paddling segments I spotted a 20-foot-long, 18-inch-in-diameter, log ahead and perpendicular to the boat. The sucker looked like it was moving East and we were on a collision course. Having recently been t-boned, I had no interest in repeating that experience. I went into the bay before the log could hit me. Gently the bow of the boat went up on the log. Then I had to get the boat off the log and get far enough away that the boat didn’t get hurt. The wind was my friend, as I angled the stern to catch a gust and I pushed and swam the boat off the log. Once off I still had to get enough distance away from the log so the waves would not crash us together. This was time-consuming. |
| At this point you might be wondering how big the waves were: These waves rivaled the largest waves I had been in the Gorge, but were more confused and filled with large debris. It was strange. I had been out in much bigger winds, but never waves this big on the Bay. | At this point you might be wondering how big the waves were: These waves rivaled the largest waves I had been in the Gorge, but were more confused and filled with large debris. It was strange. I had been out in much bigger winds, but never waves this big on the Bay. | ||
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| Once I was done with that heat-seeking missile of a log, my legs became difficult to move. After a remount, I would keep my legs out and paddle for a bit before bringing them in. Then I reached a point where it was nearly impossible to lift my legs out of the water. They didn’t hurt. They didn’t feel particularly cold. They were numb and unresponsive. | Once I was done with that heat-seeking missile of a log, my legs became difficult to move. After a remount, I would keep my legs out and paddle for a bit before bringing them in. Then I reached a point where it was nearly impossible to lift my legs out of the water. They didn’t hurt. They didn’t feel particularly cold. They were numb and unresponsive. | ||
| - | This was getting serious. My vision of reaching shore, or paddling back to Squalicum was out of reach and laughable. Next time I did a huli, I hit the DSC distress button. I could see that the display on the radio changed, but without my readers, I couldn’t tell if I had successfully sent out the alarm. I had gloves on and I could lift the button protector easily enough, but the underlying button is small and recessed. I could feel my arms starting to go and I didn’t want to remove my gloves. I hit the signal again and I heard a noise. That was a good sign, but my radio has lots of buttons. I wasn’t 100% sure that I had been successful in sending the call for help. | + | This was getting serious. My vision of reaching shore, or paddling back to Squalicum was out of reach and laughable. Next time I did a huli,** I hit the DSC distress button**. I could see that the display on the radio changed, but without my readers, I couldn’t tell if I had successfully sent out the alarm. I had gloves on and I could lift the button protector easily enough, but the underlying button is small and recessed. I could feel my arms starting to go and I didn’t want to remove my gloves. I hit the signal again and I heard a noise. That was a good sign, but my radio has lots of buttons. I wasn’t 100% sure that I had been successful in sending the call for help. |
| I managed my last remount (probably #7 or #8) somehow getting my right leg over the bucket and into the water. I was comically slapping the water. My poggies, which I had over my gloves, were on the throats of my paddle submerging with the blade, interfering with any propulsion I might have gotten from my feeble stroke. This is when I realized my cognition was starting to go. I thought how funny it would be to see drone footage of me paddling like this, but at the same time that stroke was what was going to save me. | I managed my last remount (probably #7 or #8) somehow getting my right leg over the bucket and into the water. I was comically slapping the water. My poggies, which I had over my gloves, were on the throats of my paddle submerging with the blade, interfering with any propulsion I might have gotten from my feeble stroke. This is when I realized my cognition was starting to go. I thought how funny it would be to see drone footage of me paddling like this, but at the same time that stroke was what was going to save me. | ||
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| I have no memory of the EMTs moving me to the ambulance. The only thing I remember is seeing a branch outside the ambulance window that was eerily similar to the branch clicking on the window in one of my favorite movies of my youth, Doctor Zhivago. | I have no memory of the EMTs moving me to the ambulance. The only thing I remember is seeing a branch outside the ambulance window that was eerily similar to the branch clicking on the window in one of my favorite movies of my youth, Doctor Zhivago. | ||
| - | I must have gone out for a bit because the next thing I remember was Neil saying he was glad to see me. I was in the ER at PeaceHealth, with an IV, an amazing heating system for hyperthermic patients, EKG electrodes taped to my chest, and a parade of techs, nurses, doctors, and friends. They had wrapped me head to toe in white blankets, basically the costume of Peter O’Toole, in another favorite movie of my youth, Lawrence of Arabia. Okay, I hope I am not doing a Benjamin Button here. | + | I must have gone out for a bit because the next thing I remember was Neil saying he was glad to see me. I was in the ER at PeaceHealth, with an IV, an amazing heating system for hypothermic patients, EKG electrodes taped to my chest, and a parade of techs, nurses, doctors, and friends. They had wrapped me head to toe in white blankets, basically the costume of Peter O’Toole, in another favorite movie of my youth, Lawrence of Arabia. Okay, I hope I am not doing a Benjamin Button here. |
| After all my tests were completed, my core temp was back and my cognition was as good as it gets, I was cleared to go. | After all my tests were completed, my core temp was back and my cognition was as good as it gets, I was cleared to go. | ||
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| And I would just like to add that Paul gave Dan his finest pants to put on. The hospital said they had some new sweatpants Dan could wear, but no, we insisted he have Paul’s best. Sorry, no shot of the boxers. | And I would just like to add that Paul gave Dan his finest pants to put on. The hospital said they had some new sweatpants Dan could wear, but no, we insisted he have Paul’s best. Sorry, no shot of the boxers. | ||
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| Also, the Denises are easy to mix up. I am the Denise (W) who was completely useless once we made it to shore. Several kind people offered me warm clothes to put on and helped me get back to my car, etc. Denise D is the one who knew to call 911 right away and stood there giving all the information they needed, over and over. They ask a lot of questions and keep following up. She was a rock. She had great faith that they’d find him and that Dan would be okay. She was also at the hospital, but they only let in a couple people at a time and I hogged all the space. If you have a boating crisis, Denise D is the one who knows what to do and will give you the coat off her back! | Also, the Denises are easy to mix up. I am the Denise (W) who was completely useless once we made it to shore. Several kind people offered me warm clothes to put on and helped me get back to my car, etc. Denise D is the one who knew to call 911 right away and stood there giving all the information they needed, over and over. They ask a lot of questions and keep following up. She was a rock. She had great faith that they’d find him and that Dan would be okay. She was also at the hospital, but they only let in a couple people at a time and I hogged all the space. If you have a boating crisis, Denise D is the one who knows what to do and will give you the coat off her back! | ||
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