GASP! Gulf Area Sea Paddlers
I paddled with force to hurry to reach a section of shore that ran north. Here I should have been in calmer water but the wind (knowing all) suddenly blew out of the north and continued to hamper my speed. Finally reaching the Point, I turned eastward again and yes, the wind blew out of the east. I reached Bridge Creek and turned south into, yes, the wind. By now I had gone through half my gatoraid. I stroked hard into the wind and at two hours into the trip, I had made it to the calm of Bridge Creek.
Being quiet and careful I paddled stealthily into the inner bayou hoping not to come upon any dreaded pirates. CAREFUL, there was one now, pretending to be a fisherman. I glided by him and went around the bend. Hugging the bank and scanning the water when a sudden whirl and splash exploded just off my starboard bow. The back had to be four feet long and covered with scales. And I thought Nessie wasn't real! Ten minutes later I was at the end. Only swamp left. I turned around and knew I'd have to go by the pirate again. As I approached, he started his motor and headed up the creek trying to get away. I paddled hard and soon was riding his wake, surfing just like the video Performance Sea Kayaking. I could do it. The skies were looking bad now, purple mounds building and birds taking cover. I surfed his wake and then just left him in my wake. I shot past him using the same stroke that Greg Barton uses and was soon out into the bay again headed home, paddling into the, you guessed it, wind.
The waves were coming from behind me now and the big 1 footers were sending my stern all over the place. My gatoraid was gone by now and I was paddling on sheer determination. The sun was searing my arms (forgot my sunscreen) and drying my throat out as if I were in the desert! I had to make it back, if not for me then for my kids. It had been about 3 1/2 hours and I was numb from the waist down. No feeling left in my cheeks (lower torso) and my legs were wanting to stand. Finally, the bank where I'd put in. About all I could do was drift up with the waves. I steadied myself with the paddle and popped my skirt. Oh, and ever so slowly did I get my feet up and out, over the side, onto the sand, steady now... up I pushed myself, surviving another outing.
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