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DS's journaling: There were spreadsheets, tide tables, packing lists and trips to REI leading up to our launch. Which got off to an auspicious start as April needed to drop her son off at school before heading north to Anacortes and a kayak instructor told Aaron in no uncertain terms he was going to die. We had missed our window for the hitting the best currents and Aaron was going to stay both nights and not one so we could all come home together.
His friend Aaron writes for the Everett Herald and the following is from his article:
“The morning of departure we unload our boats near the beach, load our gear in them and park our cars in the overnight parking lot at Washington Park. A woman who has the look of a rather experienced kayaker mulls around our boats and strikes up a conversation. She’s a local kayak instructor, it turns out, and she has thoughts. …the instructor is concerned her (April’s) smaller boat won’t hold up in the rougher waters in the strait.
Then she turns her wary gaze to me and my second-hand kayak. I tell her I’m planning to come back on my own a day early. “Do you have a radio? Do you have a wetsuit?” she asks. I’m taken aback. No, I say.“Well, you’re asking to drown out there,” she says. “In that cold of water, you have 10 minutes to get back in your kayak before your extremities stop working. An hour and you’re dead.”
Gulp. Brian has the type of gear that could help in a dire situation, but in a world like this, I’m heading out unprepared and one bad decision could turn deadly. If you stay, we’ll take care of you, my buddy jokes. I make the call to stay the extra day and come back with the group.” ~excerpt from Aaron’s article for the Everett Herald