Phil Allen Posted January 14, 2014 Share Posted January 14, 2014 This just came across MIT's paddling list serve. Be careful out there.From San Fran last thursday:On 1/13/2014 at 12:44 PM John Boeschen <jboeschen@mac.com> wrote:?Grandpa got run over by a freighterPaddling home from Red Rock Thursday eve? -inspired by ?Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer,? Randy Brooks 1979"Oh merde," this a loose translation of an expletive heard on the bayThursday night.The Mayor and I are 0.8 miles west of Red Rock returning to Jailhouse. Thetime's 8 PM. We're paddling on the south side of the Richmond-San RafaelBridge just inside the outer fringe of light thrown out by the bridge.We're crossing the shipping channel.Paddling side-by-side in the channel, we?re musing on the invisibility offreighters and tankers at night, their bow lights no more visible than theworkings of big government. We're not just musing, mind you, we'rescanning north and south for the big ships, looking for their tell, shorelights winking on and off when the big vessels pass between our line ofsight and the shore.This is how we've been able to spot the big guys these last 15 years. Butnot tonight. Tonight we don't see her until she's 10 seconds away fromT-boning us. We're able to see her only because she's just entered theouter fringe of the bridge's light fall.That first brief sighting is our ?Oh merde? moment. It could?ve been theTransAmerica Pyramid towering over us, the sheer shock of what we seeindiscriminate. But it?s not the TransAmerica Pyramid and we don?t wastetime staring.The Mayor bolts straight ahead, acting on pure survival instinct, hopingto cross in front of the freighter before he's T-boned. My survivalinstinct kicks in, too, but mine is colored by an overlay of law andorder: maritime protocol says not to cut in front of another boat.I back-paddle, painting by the numbers, staying within the lines ofprotocol. I'm not going to cross in front of that freighter. The Mayor,not bound by numbers and more of an Expressionist, paddles across thoselines and past the freighter to safety. I do not.I might've made it to safety if I'd continued paddling backwards. Instead,I try to turn my boat around. My boat's quick, nimble, maneuverable. Butnot quick, nimble, and maneuverable enough to accomplish in 2 seconds whatnormally takes 5 seconds. The 154-knot wake from the freighter's bow hitsme broadside.Hanging upside down under water, here's the first thought to pop into mynoggin: airbags are a good invention. The second thought to pop into myhead's more image than thought: a line of bold Tibetan script, inked darkon handmade paper. I'd seen both the script and the paper earlier thatafternoon in a Buddhist institute dedicated to Tibetan language andresearch in Berkeley. I don't know how the Tibetan translates, just thatits image is calming, reassuring.A huge freighter is passing within reach, and I'm feeling calm andpeaceful. Imagine that. I don't rush to pull my sprayskirt off and swim tothe surface. Walking my fingers around the outside of the coaming, feelingthe texture of the sprayskirt, is pleasing. Sensual. It's a slow walk myfingers take. By the time they converge on the release loop at the skirt'shead, my lungs have had enough Tibetan bliss and are clamoring for air.On the surface, my lungs happy, I'm a paddle length away from the ship'shull, a long unbroken train of metal. Under water, I wondered if the shipwould pull me further down and toward her keel line. She didn't. On thesurface, I wonder what'll happen when the stern goes by, what mischief theturning props have in mind. The stern goes by without mischief. I'mthankful for that.The freighter continues on her course, none the wiser of what's justtranspired, of me bobbing in the cold water, of the Mayor?still in hisboat, untouched by the freighter's bow wake?paddling to my rescue.Business as usual.The Mayor finds me quickly. Business as usual now is to get me back intomy boat. Accomplishing this is a simple rescue technique: the T-rescue.Position the swamped boat at a right angle to the cockpit of the rescuer'sboat. Push down on the stern of the swamped boat so its bow goes up ontothe rescuer's cockpit. Make sure the cockpit of the swamped boat is facingdown so the water runs out. Slither out of the bay into the boat, pump outany remaining water, paddle home, and Bob?s your uncle. Simple.No major storms the last 12 months have left Toilet Bowl Beach on Red Rockfirewood-challenged. To compensate, I bring kindling from home. Squeezingthe kindling into the small-volume stern of my 14-foot-long boat requiresreleasing air from the stern float bag. An inflated float bag displaces avolume of water equal to its own volume. A deflated float bag doesn'tdisplace any water.I don't inflate my stern float bag before leaving Red Rock for Jailhouse.My bad. Instead of handling a boat only partially filled with water, theMayor has to handle a boat overwhelmed by water (to my credit, the floatbag in my bow is fully inflated). A gallon of bay water weighsapproximately 8 lbs 6 oz. I don't know how many gallons, but my swampedboat holds a backache's worth.No matter our efforts, whenever we right the partially drained boat?hulldown, cockpit up?the boat sinks below the water's surface, an infinitypool across the cockpit. I attempt to climb in, the boat sinks deeper. Andso it goes.The water's cold, barely breaking 50 degrees Fahrenheit. I've only been in15-20 minutes, but I'm starting to fatigue, starting to feel sluggish.(Without the 10 lbs of insulation I put on over the holidays, I might nothave lasted as long as I did.) My lips a robust blue, we call it quits,call the Coast Guard on the Mayor's VHF.The Coast Guard arrives 10 minutes later, but the Larkspur ferry beatsthem to the rescue, plucking me from the bay 5 minutes earlier. Though hedoesn't need the lift, the Coast Guard hauls the Mayor aboard their vesselalong with my boat, pulled from the bay by three fit crew members.The crew of both boats treat us graciously and professionally,transporting us to the Larkspur ferry terminal, staff from the terminaldriving us to our cars at Jailhouse. We can't sing their praises loudenough.So ? what did I learn from our adventure? Here're some initial thoughts:If, like mine, your boat doesn't have bulkheads separating bow and sternfrom cockpit, use float bags and keep them inflated. To add an extra layerof immersion security, I'm going to experiment using a sea sock to limitthe amount of water my boat takes on.Carry a VHF marine radio. Calling the Coast Guard on channel 16 cut shortthe time the water had hold of me. On future paddles to Red Rock, I planto call the port authority on channel 14 to check for ships approachingthe Richmond-San Rafael Bridge, backing that up with channel 13 to contactthe bridge of ships heading our way.I have an app on my iPhone, Ship Finder, that tracks ships on the bay inreal time. I didn't use it Thursday. I will on future paddles.The Mayor and I might have seen the freighter earlier if we had beenpaddling closer to the bridge, more light from the bridge illuminating thebay around us.From what I experienced up close with the freighter, I think it a rareevent when a large ship actually collides head-on with a kayak, the ship'sbow wake pushing the kayak aside before the bow strikes it. For closeencounters like mine?2 to 5 feet from the approaching ship's bow?I'd guessthe shorter the boat, the less likely a collision.I experienced no sucking vortices at the ship's bow and stern, wasn'tpulled under the hull, or chewed up by propeller blades. That was good. Idon?t know if these outcomes are true in all encounters. I do know that Idon?t intend to field test their validity any time soon.Have a good story prepared before going home and explaining to your familyhow you managed to get run over by a freighter.StatsDate: Thursday, 9 January 2014.Distance: Not all the way.Speed: Shocking.Time: Passed by in a flash.Spray factor: Manufactured.Dessert: Apple slices dipped in melted semi-sweet chocolate.[/indent] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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