sunedog
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While searching for something else on another boating forum I follow, I came across this story I wrote years ago. Honestly gives me chills thinking back on that day 17 years ago. Sometimes a news report makes me wonder how seemingly normal, healthy people drown. Here is the way I nearly did:
We boat on Lake Murray in SC and it is 35 miles long and 14 miles wide at it widest point. We beached on a popular island in the middle of the lake with a wide sandy beach. There were probably 30 boats beached with us. We played for a few hours with my two year old son and had a great time. A pretty strong storm blew in from the West, directly behind my beached boat. The lake got rough and whitecapped and the waves ended up pushing my boat up the bank. When we tried to leave, I couldn't push the boat into the water by myself. No problem...a couple of guys nearby helped me push it in.
But the wind was so strong, as soon as the boat floated, it caught the wind and started to pull me parallel to the shore. Since my wife and two year old had not boarded yet, I clambered aboard and yelled for her to go back up the beach and I would motor around the point of the island (which was right next to us) and pull in to the beach around the corner heading into the wind. So I fired it up, gunned it in reverse, went around the point and headed towards that beach more or less into the wind.
But we had a miscommunication which resulted in our first mistake: I intended to beach gently into the wind. Wife thought I would get stuck again, so she picked up our child and waded into waist deep water to meet me. As I was getting closer, she stepped into a hole and the two of them disappeared below the surface. I panicked. I cut the motor, ran to the bow and dove in after them. This was my second mistake. For crying out loud, I was sitting on a throw cushion when they went under. Hellooo? Why the hell didn't I keep my head and toss them the cushion? The water was not deep, but the wind and waves were a challenge. Thankfully, I was able to quickly get them back up to the beach.
As soon as they were safe, I turned to see my boat getting blown further and further off shore. It was probably 50 yards away when I made the ridiculous decision (and third mistake) to swim after it. I dove back in and swam. And swam. And swam. Each time I looked up, I was closer to the boat, but it was still well out of reach. So I continued swimming and rapidly losing strength. (I am a long distance runner, but I rarely swim.) Eventually, I looked back at shore and concluded there was no way I had the strength to make it back. I was committed to catching the boat. Or I would drown.
I put my head down and gave it everything I had and, thankfully, caught the boat. Had to hold onto it for quite a while before I had the strength to pull myself up the ladder. Fired her up and went back to the beach and uneventfully retrieved my family.
My third mistake was particularly stupid. It was chaotic in the storm, but there were still a handful of boats left on the beach. I could have asked someone to fire up their boat and take me out to catch my boat. Even if no one would, the worst thing that would happen at that point was my boat would eventually reach shore and would probably incur minor damage and we would have to somehow get off the island.
The point of this long story is "normal" people drown when they encounter a series of events that line up just right to kill them. Taken individually, each of the mistakes above would be innocuous. But in just the right (make that wrong) order, you can die.
We boat on Lake Murray in SC and it is 35 miles long and 14 miles wide at it widest point. We beached on a popular island in the middle of the lake with a wide sandy beach. There were probably 30 boats beached with us. We played for a few hours with my two year old son and had a great time. A pretty strong storm blew in from the West, directly behind my beached boat. The lake got rough and whitecapped and the waves ended up pushing my boat up the bank. When we tried to leave, I couldn't push the boat into the water by myself. No problem...a couple of guys nearby helped me push it in.
But the wind was so strong, as soon as the boat floated, it caught the wind and started to pull me parallel to the shore. Since my wife and two year old had not boarded yet, I clambered aboard and yelled for her to go back up the beach and I would motor around the point of the island (which was right next to us) and pull in to the beach around the corner heading into the wind. So I fired it up, gunned it in reverse, went around the point and headed towards that beach more or less into the wind.
But we had a miscommunication which resulted in our first mistake: I intended to beach gently into the wind. Wife thought I would get stuck again, so she picked up our child and waded into waist deep water to meet me. As I was getting closer, she stepped into a hole and the two of them disappeared below the surface. I panicked. I cut the motor, ran to the bow and dove in after them. This was my second mistake. For crying out loud, I was sitting on a throw cushion when they went under. Hellooo? Why the hell didn't I keep my head and toss them the cushion? The water was not deep, but the wind and waves were a challenge. Thankfully, I was able to quickly get them back up to the beach.
As soon as they were safe, I turned to see my boat getting blown further and further off shore. It was probably 50 yards away when I made the ridiculous decision (and third mistake) to swim after it. I dove back in and swam. And swam. And swam. Each time I looked up, I was closer to the boat, but it was still well out of reach. So I continued swimming and rapidly losing strength. (I am a long distance runner, but I rarely swim.) Eventually, I looked back at shore and concluded there was no way I had the strength to make it back. I was committed to catching the boat. Or I would drown.
I put my head down and gave it everything I had and, thankfully, caught the boat. Had to hold onto it for quite a while before I had the strength to pull myself up the ladder. Fired her up and went back to the beach and uneventfully retrieved my family.
My third mistake was particularly stupid. It was chaotic in the storm, but there were still a handful of boats left on the beach. I could have asked someone to fire up their boat and take me out to catch my boat. Even if no one would, the worst thing that would happen at that point was my boat would eventually reach shore and would probably incur minor damage and we would have to somehow get off the island.
The point of this long story is "normal" people drown when they encounter a series of events that line up just right to kill them. Taken individually, each of the mistakes above would be innocuous. But in just the right (make that wrong) order, you can die.