Kayaking to the Runway

On Saturday Helen and I threw some beers and snacks into a cooler and kayaked to the end of the runway to watch the plane land. Right when we arrived, we saw the plane approaching in the distance.

We tied ourselves to a channel marker, but we came loose. In the picture above you can see Helen floating free. If you could crawl inside her head at this moment, you would hear a deafening, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" I, on the other hand, was cool and brave.

Tons of airborn metal, hurtling toward us. Closer...

...and closer...

...and a poor picture of the plane about to land.