by holddown » Mon Jan 16, 2012 11:10 am
Yesterday's "surf" report:
The surf was onshore slop here and it was snowing on and off. I try to do something on the water every day, so I decided to do a one way run down the little river on my sweeper. I scouted my route on Google Earth and picked out a section about 3.5 miles between county boat ramps. Since the temperature was in the upper 30's, there was potential for wind, and I might need to cross the bay, I decided to take the pfd and wear a leash.
Mrs. HD shuttled me from my truck at the spit boat ramp and dropped me off at the upper boat ramp a little after 3pm. I had about two hours of daylight left, which is more than enough for a 3+ mile paddle. As I unloaded, I realized I had forgotten the leash, but had the pfd, so it wasn’t a big deal. My first glance of the river was unsettling; the onshore wind was blowing from the direction I needed to paddle. I shoved off and started to paddle. The wind was brisk, but I was able to make headway. It was probably going to take longer than I thought. I was wearing a full hooded suit, booties, and 1.5 mil gloves. I was worried about my feet and hands getting cold with the temperature in the thirties and a brisk wind. As I made my way under the highway 101 bridge, I realized that high tide was about 5pm. Since it takes an extra hour or two for the tide to get inland to my location, my “down river” paddle was going to be into both the current and the wind.
I worked my way toward the west across the wildlife refuge and tried to tuck out of the wind anywhere I could get a little protection. My hands were started to get cold since holding the paddle cuts off circulation to your fingers. I tucked away from the wind on the S side of the river at the base of cannery hill. A couple of thoughts crossed my mind; one was that it was going to take forever to get back to the truck and the other is that I wouldn’t be too cold if I stayed dry. About then I lost concentration while changing sides with the paddle and my hand slipped off the handle as I made a stroke. I lost my balance and fell into the cold water. Crap! I never fall while paddling on flat water and I do it on the one day I needed to stay dry. Now my hands and feet were soaked.
As I continued westward toward the confluence of the big & little rivers, a squall blew in and the wind started howling. I still had a little protection, but the wind chop looked formidable around the next point 50 yards or so ahead at the big river. I rounded the point into the wind and dropped to my knees so I could still make forward progress. The wind increased and I started to drift backwards. Looking into the water, it was apparent that the incoming tide was coming around the point, so the current was much stronger on this side of the river. I was on the far side of the Bay from the road and it would be an ugly walk up the hill though thick undergrowth if the weather worsened and I had to abandon the board. I made a quick decision to cross the bay even though the wind was howling. On the N side of the bay, I could stash my board and walk up to the road if I needed to. I angled into the wind and increased my concentration on the crossing though the wind chop. I didn’t want to be in the water again, so I didn’t worry about making forward progress. I just made sure I was slowing reaching the other side and tried not to lose ground. My fingers were numb by the time I completed the crossing, so I stopped on the other side for a while and clenched my hands inside of my gloves to warm up my fingers.
Now at least I knew I was safe and I could work my way down the river into town. I set regular goals for stops where I could take a few minutes to warm up my hands. I could only paddle for about ten minutes at a time before my fingers were so numb I could barely hang onto the paddle. I moved up the big river and crossed to the west side to tuck out of the wind. From there I could see the guard rail boat ramp and I knew it was just a few more minutes from there to my truck.
I made a few more stops to get the feeling back in my fingers before I reached the guard rail. By then, the wind had become calm and my truck was in sight. The latest ordeal would soon be over. It was a bit after 5pm and starting to get dark when I landed. The trip had taken twice as long as I had expected, so Mrs. HD was looking for me by then and not too happy.