My "Red and Green Show" Moment

The day started off normal enough.  My buddy Jacob was finally going to get a chance to get to try the kayak he bought last fall and I was excited to introduce him to one of my favorite activities.  To cut down on the commute we were going to do the Grandview Road to Klondike Dam route (7.8 miles).

It didn't take long however for Jacob to realize that trips down the Big Sioux are not without incident. The recent patch job on my kayak lasted all of 15 seconds.  With water coming in quick I pulled off at the nearest sandbar.  What a great first trip for Jacob I thought.  We had barely made it 50 yards down the river and my spotty patch job was going to cause us to turn back and go home.  But we were both not ready to throw in the towel quite yet.  

After examining the leak we were both doubtful that we had something that could keep water out of my kayak for the next 7.8 miles.  But after after discussing we managed to come up with 3 items that could save Jacobs maiden voyage down the Big Sioux; duct tape, a used sandwhich bag, and a pack of gum.

Jacob went to work on chewing the pack of gum right away and passed me the wad which I molded to the crack in the kayak. Over top of that went my sandwhich bag which was then secured by wrapping duck tape around the kayak. 

To both of our surprise that did the trick!  The kayak might as well have been brand new.  It was something straight out of the Red and Green show.

After the rocky start the trip went great.  A major highlight of the was seeing a herd of deer (probably 10-11) all come running down a hill together jump a fence and sprint back up a gully.  I had never seen that many deer traveling together before.

Unfortunately the bubble gum patch job was not the only major incident of the trip.  We reached the end of the route and proceed to get out of the river on the South Dakota side right before the Klondike Dam.  

As I watched Jacob attempt to dock and his kayak rocking back and forth it was not a surprise when he dumped into the cold water right by the exit.  I chuckled to myself and went over to help him out.  The banks of the river were full of spectators out fishing and after Jacobs spill I wanted to get the two of us on shore and docked as soon as possible.  

As Jacob slogged through the mud to shore I incorrectly determined that I could get out and drag out kayaks onto shore.  My idea was quickly proven a mistake when I found myself chest deep in freezing cold water.  

I had always wondered what 38 degree water would feel like and now that I knew I wanted out right away.  The cold took my breath away and my left calf cramped immediately.  I grabbed my kayak then Jacobs and struggled towards the shore fully aware of how commical the whole situation must have been to the fishers on the shore.  

The cherry on top of the whole situation was who I saw as I finished dragging the kayaks onto shore.  A friend from college had been out enjoying the day on his motorcycle and just happened to be stopping by the dam and whitnessed the whole ordeal.  So much for putting this embarrassing incident in the vault!  Nonetheless it was a great day and memorable day on the Sioux!