Hi, my name is Amy. I have a pathological fear of oceans. Maybe it is just an overthinking problem. As soon as I am up to my waist in water, “What about sharks though?” begins playing on a loop in my head. Actually, sharks and those really creepy, glow in the dark creatures that live at the very bottom. Oh, Sea of Cortez, you aren’t fooling me calling yourself a sea. I know your water comes straight from the Pacific OCEAN!
So it seemed the best way to acquaint myself with my new neighbor was to first explore it from above. My son, Caleb, and I signed up for a guided kayaking trip in and around one of the most popular coves in San Carlos. From the shore I counted at least nine of the most beautiful shades of blue I had ever seen; colors that inspired feelings of peacefulness and serenity. My flopping into the kayak disturbed that calm momentarily, but once settled I noticed how warm the water felt. There was none of that goosebump inducing stuff happening here. As Caleb and I paddled out a bit, we looked straight down and realized we could see all the way to the bottom. I thought, “This is definitely the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
We had just maneuvered our way through a craggy arch. My heartbeat increased. My eyes teared How freaking cool! I inhaled deeply… “Mom, pay attention. Quit paddling. You’re getting water in the boat!” Caleb brought be back from my “moment” to the reality of the situation. Yep, our kayak was filling with water. “Hey, I did not fling water into…” I never finished my sentence. Our kayak turned, and a wave smacked us hard on the side. In a state of shock and disbelief, I flew out of the boat and landed in the Sea of Cortez. Which, by the way, now looked more like something from the movie, Perfect Storm.
It was at this point Caleb and I realized that a “guided tour” in Mexico might just be a little bit different than the guided tours we were used to taking. The tour, you see, continued while Caleb and I dealt with our little problem. Okay, while Caleb dealt with it. Because I couldn’t see through that blue water to the bottom any more. I expected my imagination to hit the “play” button any moment…
All of the sudden it occurred to me that I had our car keys in my pocket. Protecting them became my mission. I pulled them triumphantly from my pocket and held them high above my head. This meant Caleb single-handedly dragged both the kayak and me to another rock outcropping. He hoisted the kayak onto the rock, opened the plug on the bottom, and drained the water. We somehow managed to climb back in and rejoin the tour.
Our little kayak limped back to shore. We parked, thanked the guide, and staggered, completely spent, across the beach to our car. I puked salt water along the way. Caleb’s foot bled where it had been crushed between the kayak and our temporary island. “Amazing! Wow! I can’t believe it! I didn’t think of sharks one time!” I exclaimed as we climbed in to the car. Caleb rolled his eyes and shook his head. Hey, I’ll take my little victories. One day at a time.