Holy double post.
Before writing this I will say that 100% of what I’m about to tell you is absolutely real factual events. Here we go.
Tonight, at around 7pm, my billets and I were finishing up a delicious meal and about to dig into our New Year’s Resolution cake. Our sliding door, which opens onto our riverside deck, was cracked open slightly. Before beginning our post-dinner feast, a noise was heard from outside, a screaming noise. Thinking nothing of it, I continued to think about the various ways I could eat the cake. However, my billet family was much more concerned with the distant screaming voice coming from the river.
Now, being the uncommon situation that it was, I had folded it and neatly placed it into my ‘Tom-Foolery’ category. “Crazy kids,” I mumbled to myself ironically. I was about to dive into the cake mouth first when I was called out to the dock. Sure enough, out in the darkness of the water was a voice shouting for help. Intrigued, I kept listening as any attempts to communicate with the voice were rendered useless.
It was at this point that our kayaks were to be put to use.
My disdain for the whole situation quickly faded to my new found interest in it. So I pulled on a pair of swimming shorts and climbed into one of our two kayaks. My billets son, visiting over the holidays, piloted the other. And with that we shot out into the unknown.
I quickly reached the other shore and heard the man shouting to his friend whom had been in their two-person kayak when it capsized. By that time he’d already been found by my billets’ son. I paddled over to them, the man clinging to the side of his kayak. The man was unable to get back on his kayak due to the sheer temperature of the water. So I was tasked with pulling him to safety hundreds of feet away. After what seemed an eternity of the hardest kayaking I’d ever done, we finally broke out of the current and reached the shore. The Coast Guard arrived shortly after and we ended up getting a ride back across.
Happy New Years indeed.