Long story short, I handed over the credit card, got our paddles, shoes, and life jackets and proceeded to the water. The entry was rocks..slippery, large rocks. Not exactly the nice sandy spot I had dreamed of, but non the less, we were going to go in.
Patti climbed in the front, I gave the boat a push, and low and behold, I managed to get in the back without incident. We paddled nicely for a short while when we saw a large sea turtle. We sat quietly and just observed him for awhile, and then he turned his head as if noticing us for the first time, and dove under the water, and we paddled on.
I had a bungy cord attached to my paddle, which was now wrapped around my right leg, Pattie was face down in the water, my thought was, uh oh, a floater....Patti sprung up yelled to see if I was OK, I said, yes, I'm OK, a little scratched up, but fine...we scurried around trying to get the things that had fallen from the kayak, although I was still tethered to the cord. Patti eventually got in the kayak, I got out of the cording, and off we went, leaving a trail that any shark could have found easily.
By the time we reached the house, we were informed we missed Mark by one minute. Well, he missed our owies, so here they are.