We were both nervous because of the time, and these were strangers knocking on the door. The following day passes, and then early the next morning at about 2 AM, Mica starts barking waking us up. I’m glad everything worked out and everyone was safe, but it was scary for sure. He didn’t take his phone with him because it all happened so fast he wasn’t able to let me know in advance what was going on.
He called me after he made it back to the trailer. It was very windy, and the waves were rolling. He then pedaled downstream and got back out. He was able to get her to the beach by having her hold onto the back of the kayak. Luckily we had our kayaks with us, he grabbed one and his dry suit, and dragged the kayak down to the river and headed upstream to help. Nate got called out of our trailer by a couple of frantic people, saying their windsurfing friend was in the water on the river, couldn’t get her kite back up, was stuck in the current and couldn’t get to the beach. While I was somewhere between Yakima and Toppenish, he went quiet for a while.
On the evening that I was due back from Seattle, Nate had been in contact with me on occasion to check on my progress. Sometimes you get to refill your good karma meter completely to the top, and sometimes things make you reconsider your choices and go over your courses of action should something happen.
