With all the winter rain, the Blackwood was up really high, and flowing very fast. We had our little winter creek flowing across the paddock as well. So much water. We wandered down to the river to check out all the water and what did we discover, a kayak stuck in the ti-trees. Who owns it and where did it come from? Things we could find out later. First things first, we had to rescue it. But one small hurdle, it being on the otherside of the river how to get over there to pick it up. No trouble, if there is one random kayak stuck in the ti-trees then surely there are some more kayaks secured in sheds or verandahs of dwellings also with access to the river.
Yes, after a chat to the men at the fireshed the next Friday evening, Garry had secured a rescue kayak. So down we went to the river on Saturday morning with the borrowed kayak to rescue the stuck kayak.
We weren’t really sure how we would approach this task so instead of thinking about a plan, we just got on with it. So struggling we got the first kayak down the muddy bank of the river, but without either of us falling in the mud. Then with a lot of rope tied up together and secured to the kayak, Garry set off upstream and across the river, with the hope that the river would push him back down and over to the other kayak. Yep it worked, and first time too, and our rope was long enough. It all went so smoothly, anybody watching would have thought we were professionals. We sort of.
With the rope secured the next task was to turn the trapped kayak over so I could pull it back. This sounds a lot easier than it turned out to be. In fact, trying to turn over a kayak full of water whilst in another kayak is actually really difficult, and a little funny. Garry nearly fell out whilst trying. So instead we tried just dragging it over upside down. It proved to be ok. Just a bit of heaving by me to pull it in and through the ti-trees on this side of the river was all that was required. Success.
No paddle, and half a broken seat but at least the hull was still ok and not battered. Now to get it back up the hill, both of them this time. It was a lot harder to go up and than down, but we weren’t going to stop here we had gotten this far.
Now to find its home. The next Friday at the fireshed, Garry found out whom it belonged to and kayaks all returned. Shame it might have been nice to keep, as paddling the Blackwood, when it isn’t raging sounds like fun.