Up the Sound Without a Paddle
|I'm brave enough to admit I'm a bonehead.|
Cherdo on Flipside and Author Diana Wilder of Diana Wilder, ...About myself, by myself, are hosting the Bonehead Blog Hop for the brave and honest.
What bone headed thing have I done?
|Mr. Seckman, AKA Superman|
I am NOT athletic in the least.
On the other hand, my husband is very athletic. He doesn't even trip walking up steps, like I do. And being the active sort, he likes to do things like...kayaking.
One beach trip, we got a couple of kayaks and hit the Currituck Sound. I'd like to say it started out well, but paddling? It's hard. Somehow, my best efforts sent my kayak in circles. So, while the day wasted, Mr. Seckman spent his sunny day teaching me how to paddle.
By evening, we were off.
It was beautiful, gliding along the water watching the pelicans and ospreys come and go from their nests. The water was smooth as glass, all but the ripples we made as we passed. It was perfect.
Until I spotted the jellyfish.
Remember that 90's movie about the squid creature that ate people right out of their boats? Well, that's what this jelly fish looked like- only about a hundred times smaller.
But still. I squealed. Loudly. And sort of
Mr. Seckman yelled, "Grab it before it sinks!"
It floated there a second. I thought about grabbing it, I swear I did. But in my mind, if I reached my hand over the side of the kayak, that jellyfish would close the ten feet between us, spring from the water, and wrap its tentacles around my throat, thus zapping the life from me. Or in the very least, it would hurt really, really bad.
Mr. Seckman paddled as quickly as he could to try to reach the paddle before it sunk, but he didn't make it.
So, there I was, up the sound without a paddle. Getting out of the kayak and swimming to shore was out of the question, not with the stalker jellyfish waiting to attack.
If it were just me, I'd have floated out into the Atlantic and waited on the Coast Guard. Fortunately, Mr. Seckman did what few other men would do. He tied his kayak to mine and paddled us both back to shore.
Isn't that sweet?
He didn't even call me a bonehead.
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