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TK421
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I was visiting family in Nag’s Head, North Carolina and going kayaking for a peaceful night on the sound. Supposedly the sound is shallow enough that you can stand up wherever you go, but as it turns out this was incorrect. I was rowing in a very large loop, far far out from the shore and then started paddling back to the pier. Turns out during this time my kayak was unknowingly taking on water. The craft started becoming tipsy from too much weight and eventually I fell in. My lamp floated away with the gentle current.
To my surprise, the water was around 8 feet and over my head. I tried multiple times to push myself back on the kayak, but it had already taken on more water at this point and I couldn’t stay on despite my best efforts. I was using lots of upper body strength for this and I realized I was blowing a lot of energy. As I continued to kick my feet in the water, my water-soaked shoes and socks were making my legs heavy and I decided to lose them. I held onto the flipped-over kayak and starting pushing towards the shore while holding my oar. The oar became a burden to carry with me and eventually I let go of it as well. I was now just holding on to the kayak and kicking my way towards shore, but then I realized the current seemed to be pushing against me and I wasn’t sure if I was making any progress. It was very difficult to have any perspective on distance by looking at the lights on the pier in the distance. I intermittently screamed for help but nobody was around.
I thought about letting go of the kayak as well since I could swim faster, but that was the only thing that could float and I couldn’t be certain if I was even making any progress; if I let go of the kayak I would have nothing else to hold onto. I started to calm down because I thought I could simply cling to the kayak and even if I didn’t make it to shore I would eventually be found. Well, turns out, the kayak was continuing to take on water from an unknown leak and it started sinking deeper into the water. After kicking my legs while pushing a water-heavy kayak for around 30-45 minutes, the physical exertion put a cramp in my right leg. I was stretching my right leg while kicking with my left leg, rowing with one arm, and holding onto the kayak with my other arm. Then my left leg got an even worse cramp and I had to switch legs again. The kayak was slowly getting deeper and water was going into my face.
Eventually, I stood on my tippy-toes and touched down on the ground, then slowly walked on my tippy toes until it was shallow enough that I could stand-up while angling my head towards the sky. I stood there for a few minutes while my legs spasmed in pain from exertion. At this point I was safe and I slowly walked my way back to shore with only myself and the kayak. The kayak had somewhere over 40 gallons of water inside and I couldn’t do anything besides drag it into the sand and then walk back to my aunt’s house.
To my surprise, the water was around 8 feet and over my head. I tried multiple times to push myself back on the kayak, but it had already taken on more water at this point and I couldn’t stay on despite my best efforts. I was using lots of upper body strength for this and I realized I was blowing a lot of energy. As I continued to kick my feet in the water, my water-soaked shoes and socks were making my legs heavy and I decided to lose them. I held onto the flipped-over kayak and starting pushing towards the shore while holding my oar. The oar became a burden to carry with me and eventually I let go of it as well. I was now just holding on to the kayak and kicking my way towards shore, but then I realized the current seemed to be pushing against me and I wasn’t sure if I was making any progress. It was very difficult to have any perspective on distance by looking at the lights on the pier in the distance. I intermittently screamed for help but nobody was around.
I thought about letting go of the kayak as well since I could swim faster, but that was the only thing that could float and I couldn’t be certain if I was even making any progress; if I let go of the kayak I would have nothing else to hold onto. I started to calm down because I thought I could simply cling to the kayak and even if I didn’t make it to shore I would eventually be found. Well, turns out, the kayak was continuing to take on water from an unknown leak and it started sinking deeper into the water. After kicking my legs while pushing a water-heavy kayak for around 30-45 minutes, the physical exertion put a cramp in my right leg. I was stretching my right leg while kicking with my left leg, rowing with one arm, and holding onto the kayak with my other arm. Then my left leg got an even worse cramp and I had to switch legs again. The kayak was slowly getting deeper and water was going into my face.
Eventually, I stood on my tippy-toes and touched down on the ground, then slowly walked on my tippy toes until it was shallow enough that I could stand-up while angling my head towards the sky. I stood there for a few minutes while my legs spasmed in pain from exertion. At this point I was safe and I slowly walked my way back to shore with only myself and the kayak. The kayak had somewhere over 40 gallons of water inside and I couldn’t do anything besides drag it into the sand and then walk back to my aunt’s house.
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