Beginning of our fiasco adventure
Alan and I went out on the creek, me in the kayak and Alan on the board. We were headed to Berkeley Beach when I turned around and he was no where to be found. It was a warm sunny clear day.
I stopped for about 10 minutes looking around, searching, and finally decided he must have turned around at some point tho he was right behind me 5 minutes before I lost him. I paddled across the creek back and forth searching and finally decided he was dead in a ditch somewhere (I know, unlikely in a creek) but after about 1/2 hour after I was thinking about what to wear at his funeral, I finally saw him paddling across the creek going toward home. He assumed I had capsized and drowned.
It was sorta amazing and scary how we couldn't see each other in the water even tho we were probably 100 yards from each other when we lost sight of each other. Now we know to stay close. A learning experience.