The Final Photos

These were the final photos taken by my camera before it died last week.

Helen and I have become a little addicted to kayaking to the runway and floating at the end of the runway while the plane lands. We're getting bolder and bolder and float closer and closer to the end of the runway.

Allow me to add sound effects, "KSHSHSHSHSHHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH!!!!!!!!!"

After the plane landed we paddled like maniacs to try to get to the other side of the runway before the plane took off again. After 45 minutes of frantic paddling we successfully arrived. As we sat at the end of the runway debating where to float during the take-off, we heard the roar of engines approaching. The engines were much, much louder this time and shook our kayaks as the plane went over.

As we paddled home, I took the photo of Kolonia below. Impressive, huh? That is the last photo my camera ever took. We paddled home in the rain drinking beer. We are the poster children of irresponsible kayaking.