Hasta La Jolla, Beach
Arizona was nice, but we heard about this little place called San Diego and thought we would check it out. We were able to find shelter with one of my friends from secondary school, Michael B. Living in the heart of SD, Mike was gracious enough to let us camp in his house for a few days while we explored the San Diego area.
Overall, SD is pretty great. Where we were in Mission Beach, the houses are very close together and the parking is hell, but I can see why people deal with it. On one side, you have the ocean. On the other, the bay. It’s a win win no matter how you slice it.
La Jolla was a different animal. I would describe it as ritzy. We visited the La Jolla seal beach where everyone can watch these sea flubbers sleep and waddle around. Apparently it was “pupping” season when we went, so we weren’t able to access the beach and immerse ourselves in their culture. We could only watch and wonder… La Jolla beach was very nice, and the La Jolla cove & caves were not too far from the shore. Brooke had the wild idea to kayak out there and do some exploring. Since we are always looking for a place to bust out our Orus, it made sense that we would unfold them here and crush some blue - but I had my hesitations. You see, the last time I went ocean ‘yaking, I nearly didn't make it out. And I was in ankle deep water. There’s something unnatural about waves. They never f***ing stop. So when I saw these 4 and 5 footers crashing on the shore, knocking over everything in their path, I got a little nervous. Using my powers of persuasion, I was able to reason with Brooke Kenevil and we decided to come back in the morning when the waves weren’t so big.
Upon our return the next morning, conditions were ideal. We constructed our watercrafts immediately and walked out past the break. We hopped in and got to paddling. Brooke was clearly comfortable in the water, despite the swells, and I was feeling pretty good too. We continued out toward the furthest cave and spotted some seals flouncing around in the water nearby. It was clear they could see us, but they had no ill will. We backtracked toward caves that led closer to shore and could barely see into them. The waves intensified as they came closer to the rocks that led up to them, so it was important to keep our distance. Below us we could see through the dark blue water and spot these bright orange fish swimming under us. We caught some footage with the GoPro by sticking it in the water and pointing it in different directions. For fear of Leopard sharks or some other sea monster biting her hand off, Brooke let me take the photographic reigns and hold the camera. I am amazed by water. It mesmerizes me. I can stare at a pond or large puddle for hours at a time, so it was no wonder the water around La Jolla Cove entranced me - so much so that I let my guard down and focused more on seeing the ocean floor than staying perpendicular to the waves.
To this day I wonder what really caused me to tip over. Was it the seals working together with the sharks? Or possibly a rogue wave? Was it Brooke trying to finally get rid of me? Experts would say I just leaned too far to one side just as a wave hit, but those are only opinions at this point. Either way, I was in the water, my kayak had capsized, and my worst fear was now a reality. I panicked and wondered if I should just give up and let Mother Nature finish what she started, but then I remembered I don’t give a f*** about her plans - I had my own. With no real kayaking experience or any knowledge of how to get out of this situation I flopped around like a shark churro while holding on to my kayak to keep it from sinking. Brooke attempted to tow me to the closest part of the shoreline, which was slippery algae-covered ocean boulders. However, her brave attempts could only get me so far without the waves knocking her over as well, so I had to do my best to frantically half doggy paddle to shore with my boat completely submerged. If I weren't so freaked out, it would have been a great thing for Brooke to have filmed. But I had bigger fish to fry and getting footage was NOT one of the catches of the day.
With my adrenaline pumping and the waves pushing me closer to the rocks, I managed to scamper to land. I single-handedly hoisted my kayak up out of the water, unbuckled the whole thing and let the water out. Thank god for this origami design, because I was able to fold it back up and begin my trek back (with no help from the lifeguard, although they checked in to make sure "the guy who capsized his kayak" hadn't drowned.) Although I lost my favorite Buff, I walked away virtually unscathed. It could have been worse, for sure.
I met Brooke back at the beach where we launched out. It was almost like she was surprised to see me. But then we got in the truck and continued our day as if I didn’t lose my Buff. The end.