Curt
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...or your family as a life saver.
Day before yesterday the tide was way way out in Puget Sound so my son and I decided to explore some new beach that we had not seen before because the water was always up to the rocks and we could not pass.
So off we went for a three hour walk down the sandy beach and saw new things. When we were tired we turned around and walked back when about three quarters of the way back we saw that the tide was coming in to the point of covering the bottoms of the rocks which were usually completely covered. Oh c**p! Well we can climb over some rocks to pass by right?
Well almost, this is where it turns in the hell of what TV shows are made of. My son stepped out on to the rocks and made it about five feet and slipped and fell. Getting up he cut his hands up on the rocks and stuff covering them. At first I thought he might have broken some ribs or his wrist but he determined he was ok.
We continued on just a couple of feet when I suddenly went up side down. I had stepped onto a flat black rock that had a clear covering of slime. I flipped and fell head first into the bay. The first thing I remember was having my head completely in freezing water. In fact I was sliding down to my waist when my son grabbed my right arm and started pulling me out. I tried to grab the rocks and cut the hell out of my hands as I tried to help by climbing on the black rock with the slime. He literally pulled me over it.
There we were sitting on some cold wet rocks wet and wondering how the heck we were going to get out. I decided to climb the rocks upward to a railroad track and follow it out. We did and made it back to the Jeep. I took off what I could and set the heater on high. All my son could say was "what do we tell mom". I was thinking "wow my son just saved my ass".
Earlier I was telling him how I was going to bring my camera next time. There won't be a next time there that's for sure. I really had a bonding experience with my 17 year old son anyway.
Watch not only where you step but make sure the surface can be walked on in the first place. After all it's hard to type when your fingers and hands are in bandages and your toes are blood shot.
Curt
Day before yesterday the tide was way way out in Puget Sound so my son and I decided to explore some new beach that we had not seen before because the water was always up to the rocks and we could not pass.
So off we went for a three hour walk down the sandy beach and saw new things. When we were tired we turned around and walked back when about three quarters of the way back we saw that the tide was coming in to the point of covering the bottoms of the rocks which were usually completely covered. Oh c**p! Well we can climb over some rocks to pass by right?
Well almost, this is where it turns in the hell of what TV shows are made of. My son stepped out on to the rocks and made it about five feet and slipped and fell. Getting up he cut his hands up on the rocks and stuff covering them. At first I thought he might have broken some ribs or his wrist but he determined he was ok.
We continued on just a couple of feet when I suddenly went up side down. I had stepped onto a flat black rock that had a clear covering of slime. I flipped and fell head first into the bay. The first thing I remember was having my head completely in freezing water. In fact I was sliding down to my waist when my son grabbed my right arm and started pulling me out. I tried to grab the rocks and cut the hell out of my hands as I tried to help by climbing on the black rock with the slime. He literally pulled me over it.
There we were sitting on some cold wet rocks wet and wondering how the heck we were going to get out. I decided to climb the rocks upward to a railroad track and follow it out. We did and made it back to the Jeep. I took off what I could and set the heater on high. All my son could say was "what do we tell mom". I was thinking "wow my son just saved my ass".
Earlier I was telling him how I was going to bring my camera next time. There won't be a next time there that's for sure. I really had a bonding experience with my 17 year old son anyway.
Watch not only where you step but make sure the surface can be walked on in the first place. After all it's hard to type when your fingers and hands are in bandages and your toes are blood shot.
Curt