
It has taken me 2 weeks to write this as it was by far the most adventurous kayaking trip to date and one that I would rather not repeat.
The parties were Anders and Nina in my double and I in my single.
We started at the top of Drakes Estero near the Oyster Farm.
Drakes Estero is part of the Point Reyes National Park.
Several months of the year this area is closed to kayakers as it is where many harbor seals give birth to their pups.
We started at the top of this salt pond and headed directly south toward the ocean. As might be expected we passed over quite a number of oyster farming structures. We also saw a number of harbor seals.
Because we were on such calm water, neither boat was using the spray skirt and I was not even wearing my life jacket (although I did have it behind my seat in the kayak).
After about an hour and a half of kayaking we reached the ocean.
Here is where our judgement went very wrong.
Seeing the waves we all agreed it would be fun to ride them.
Not thinking that we did not have our spray skirts and, more importantly, since we timed it to be about an hour past high tide, there was a strong under current going out.
After a few big waves I realized that this was not good. I turned around and started heading back to the pond.
Boom, I am hit by a wave and a lot of water rushes in. Boom, a 2nd wave fills my kayak half way. Boom, a 3rd turns me over, making me lose my eye glasses and hat, although in the panic I did not realize either loss till quite a while later.
The under current is pulling heavy me out while the waves are pushing my kayak in. When pulling on my life jacket, I let go of the kayak and it was pulled quickly away from me. With the life jacket on I could not swim fast enough to get back to the kayak. After a minute or so of trying I realized that the kayak was lost and that I should focus on saving myself. I whistled to A&N and yelled "Forget the kayak!" Bad choice of words. They thought I said "Get the kayak." So they spent the next 5 minutes or so trying to get my kayak. In the meantime I was able to find some footing and tried to get to a sand bank. I quickly found that the rushing current had made the last 10 meters or so too deep to touch and the current was too strong to swim across. So I am getting colder and colder and being pulled out to sea. I thought "well, hopefully, A&N will call 911 if they cannot reach me. Then, I'll have a chance." It is a good thing it didn't come to that since none of our phones were now working. After about 10 minutes or so in the water they came by and they had rescued my kayak, even though it was still completely under water. I was lucky the 2-person kayak could take me as well.
Due to the build we could not empty it so we tried dragging it in. But, the current seemed to be so strong that we were losing ground even with 2 people kayaking (and one holding my single kayak). As we were getting pushed out further and further and I am concerned about catching the flu, I made the decision to abandon my kayak.
With 3 of us paddling we finally made it to the sand bank after a good 15-20 minutes of paddling. There Anders gave me his sweatshirt. We then paddled back to the starting point which took quite a while with the currents against us and all of us very tired.
Anders was nice enough to drive my jeep back since I did not have any glasses to see properly.
I spent the next 10 days recovering. And then, out of the blue, I got a snail mail from the Point Reyes park ranger. It seems they found the kayak and were nice enough to contact Folbot to see who the owner was. Only then did I realize that I should have contacted them. At least to let them know that yes, this happened but no, I am not dead.
It was a very big learning experience.