I put my iPhone and pocket camera in my backpack , and took my kayak down to the wharf — going to shoot pix. I looked for a waterproof bag, but didn’t have one — well, I have never tipped over a kayak other than in surf, so no prob. Well prob!
Lowering myself into it off the wharf, I rolled neatly over. Felt like slow motion — I can’t believe this is happening. So, trashed iPhone and I’m pretty sure the same with the camera. They say it’s not as much a problem with the water as it is with the salt. Closed barn door by buying waterproof pouch yesterday.
I had a really hard time getting out of the water. Couldn’t pull myself up onto the wharf, which was pretty high above the water, ended up cutting my knees on barnacles, finally swung Tarzan-like hand-over-hand on the bottom of the gangplank over to the seawall and climbed out. Bleeding legs (but they cleaned up nicely). Upper body strength half what it was 20 years ago. Harumph!
On Game of Thrones a few nights ago, Maester Aemon says, “Old age is a wonderful source of ironies, if nothing else.”