My Adventure Story
I really fucked up this, my first, sea kayak solo. In an attempt of right mindedness, I left a message with my son telling him to panic if he does not hear back from me by nightfall. With the message went brief instructions on how to follow my path via SPOT, or so I hoped. I put little time into determining the adequateness of my instructions. One and one-half hours later, I was back from my maiden voyage feeling good about my first effort. The trip affirmed my choice of clothing and my ability to get the kayak in and out of the water singlehandedly. The need to notify my son of my return was on my mind - I remembered that I had to call him. This all took place at about 4:30 pm.
Now it is 1:00 AM. I just crawled into bed. I turned on my Kindle to read a book about kayaking. All of a sudden...oh shit! I forgot to call my son. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I jumped down from the loft looking for my cell phone feeling terribly about my assessment of the situation. I fucked up. What to do now?
Given that the original plan did not have a fuck up contingency built in all I could do was to follow up within the original framework. This meant that the next step was to send voice message notifying my son that i have safely returned from my maiden voyage. So, my message went out with a 50/50 chance that I would wake my son up.
Wait a second! If my son was concerned or had any questions, he could have called me. My cell phone is working. I was available all evening by both phone and computer. The little fuck probably did not bother to read my email or he did not take me seriously or worst, he didn't give a fuck about being one the pawns in my life drama.
Or, perhaps he took my instructions and went to my SPOT page. When I saw that my first spot began where the last finished - my dock, he breathed a sigh of relief know that his old man had lived yet another day and will most likely make it to tomorrow.