by Rob Muylwyk
I was looking to my right, scanning the shore for a suitable campsite, ideally one with Brian camping on it, when I suddenly saw a huge, hardly submerged rock in my peripheral vision. It was right in front of me, about a paddle stroke and a half away! The adrenaline kicked in, I put the brakes on and started back-paddling like a “little engine that could.” This was successful; there would be no new gashes to be repaired in the off-season, but my imperfect back paddling technique left me with my bow pointing to where I had come from. I had been heading into the 25 knot westerly, so now I had to start to get my boat turned around again. The theory says that kayaks will weathercock, or turn into the wind, all by themselves, but in real life I had to power sweep to get back on course, while trying to evade the rocks that kept popping up all around me.