Two kayak outings ago, I brought my dad's old beat-up 110 camera
with me on a paddle, and discovered that keeping it in a waterproof bag
was not good enough. Every time I got it out to use it, I dripped and
smeared water on it from my hands. In rough water I risked dropping it
in my lap and really getting it wet. So I bought one of those self-
contained waterproof (down to 12 feet underwater) Kodak "recyclable"
35mm cameras. It has been burning a hole in my pocket since I got it,
but of course the weather has been terrible for weeks, and I've been
unable to use it. Today the swells got down to 6 or 7 feet, and I
wanted to go out. But work had kept me up until 2:00am, so getting up
at 6:00am was not an option. Besides (rationalization) if taking
pictures is the goal, I want the sun higher in the sky. I slept a
reasonable 6 hours or so and got out around 10:00am. The wind was
really strong, I would have guessed over 20 mph, but the weather radio
said that none of the nearby buoys were reporting more than 15. The
prediction was for more wind and worse waves the rest of this week, so I
decided to go out on a short trip to photograph the
The waves really were fairly mild. I saw a few large waves come
in and chose a path where the waves looked the least troublesome. When I
hit the water, however, the big waves stayed away long enough for me to
get out to sea with no problems. I went straight out to sea past the
point on goat rock, until I was paddling directly into the wind, and
then turned south towards the arch. I wanted to be far enough out that
the wind from the northwest would not blow me against the rocks near
shore without some warning. As I turned south, a pair of porpoises swam
towards shore across my path. Paddling across the wind and waves was a
little exciting, but I felt comfortable and in little
danger of being knocked over by the big waves.
When I got close to the arch, I started taking pictures so I
would have a
series
of them going through. This is probably the slowest
I have ever gone through this arch. Usually I build up courage, wait
for mild waves, drift closer and closer, then CHARGE through before the
big waves come back. This time, I stopped several times, wound the
camera, dropped my paddle, rotated in the wind and waves, took a
picture, and then paddled northwest to make up the distance I was blown
off course. I did this right into the arch, until I was in the shadow
and it was too dark to take another picture (rationalization). Only
then did I start paddling like mad to get out the other side. The wind
was VERY STRONG going through the arch, and helped push me through.
After comming out the far side, I turned around and took a
picture back through the arch. I considered going back through again,
or just goung around. I paddled closer and closer, taking a few
pictures, until I might as well just go the rest of the way. Inside the
arch, I found that wind again, and discovered I could not take any more
pictures, because stopping for even a moment would get me blown back out
again. Now this trip was REALLY the slowest time through the arch,
despite paddling at near maximum effort. Back out of the arch, the wind
calmed down, but this was definatly the hard slow leg of the trip. I
paddled at a reasonable but strenuous rate, and made slow progress
documented by the paralax of rocks between me and the beach. It occured
to me that I could pay a lot of money to work up a sweat on a rowing
machine, walker, or stair climbing machine and make even less progress.
This way I saw more interesting things while I was working at
practically standing still. Like when I did get back into the wind-
shadow of Goat Rock, I saw a harbor seal dozing in the mild water near
the rock. His nose was pointing straight out of the water, and he never
seemed to notice me. After a minute, he quietly disapeared under the
water. But then a smaller seal, perhaps one of this years new pups,
followed me curiously the last 200 meters to shore.
From a distance, I saw some big waves breaking violently in the
formerly calm spot I had launched from. But as I approached shore, the
waves calmed down, even as the wind wipped around the shore side of Goat
Rock and blew spray directly into my face. I watched the calm shore,
too far to make a run for it yet, and assumed that the big waves were
saving their energy to sneak up and pound on me as I landed. The shore
got closer and closer and the big waves never arrived. I considered
waiting for them, but just kept slowly paddling until I slid right up on
the beach like into a safe harbor. The whole trip actualy took only 1
hour.
I friendly man (who lives in Sebastopol) watched me come in and
asked a few questions. One question was my age, and he was astonished
at the answer. He told me I was the youngest person of that age he had
ever met. Despite the hard work paddling into the wind I was feeling
great, and told him that I was going to live forever, unless of cource I
bang my head into a rock or get bitten by a shark.
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