to spend the night exactly where itwas. We turned our attention to theshore and looked towards a quickhike out. There was a thick greenlayer of trees and low shrubs liningthe small beach. On either side ofthe beach, the growth extended outinto the water which would haverequired a swim to access the farside. We began to pick our waythrough the foliage and things soonbecame messy. The sandy beachtransitioned to a swampy puzzleof unbelievably dense, overgrownjungle.Photo by Daniel NorrisUsing the weak flashlight on hand,our forward motion was slow atbest. My flip flops were now disappearinginto knee deep, thick gooeymud, while my hands were workingovertime solving the branch puzzlethat blocked my path. After about30 minutes of painstakingly slowprogress, hunger, and darkness, -full-blown frustration had set in.From the boat, it seemed as thoughthe road was not that far, less than amile or so. But now surrounded byblackness, our movements becamea prisoner to the path of least resistance.Finally, we saw a light anda break in the brush. There was aboat. It was the Coastguard! Andthey were shining a light directlyon our sailboat.ered levees. I was really regrettingdumping my pockets beforeI left the house. My cell phonedidn’t make the trip and a quickcount showed that all three of ushad made the same mistake. Wemanaged to flag down a boat inthe dusky light, a couple of fishermanheading in for the day. Theycouldn’t get close enough to help,due to the shallow water we werecurrently standing in, but we askedthem to please call the coast guardwho were stationed only a mile orso upstream. They made the calland moved on their way.We decided to abandon ship. CaptainKurt threw the anchor, just incase, and we gathered our belongings,including a flash light fromthe “emergency kit” and locked upthe boat. The tide was droppingfast and the boat was going to haveWe brushed off the fact that we justmade a complete circle through thejungle because we thought we wererescued. We waded out in the waterto get closer to the large Coastguardboat, yelling our explanationover the loud roar of the engines.We were asked to keep our distanceand were told that we wouldnot be able to board the boat. Theycould not get the large vessel closeto shore due to shallow water andprotocol did not allow us to swim<strong>Adventure</strong> <strong>World</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong> May 2009 56
out to meet them.After a few moments of disgust,we accepted the fact that we weregoing to have a make a second attemptat the hike out, hopefully withbetter aim. Captain Kurt asked theCoastguard to call home and nicelyask his wife to come pick us up.Later, we would have a good laughbecause of this phone call. Unbeknownstto me, this was apparentlynot all that strange of a situation forCaptain Kurt, or his wife.We set a solid, perpendicular paththrough the jungle this time andmade every effort to keep withit. The “path of least resistance”no longer applied. All three of uswere completely soaked, starving,bleeding from various branchencounters and starting to feel therapid temperature drop. Shiveringmy way along, working to eek outthe small amount of light comingfrom our weak flashlight, I noticedthat we were approaching a breakin the thick jungle and all I couldsee was water.My first thought was that we haddone another circle in the jungleand I was spending the night onthe beached sailboat. But, alas, werealized that we had actually beenon an island. Very uncommon forthis section of the delta, this islandwas fairly large and explained ourearlier circle back to the sailboat.This time, we saw the road on topof the levee across the way. Therewas only one way out of this mess.I put my wallet back in my mouth,where it had been for the last littlewhile in a completely failed attemptto keep the contents somewhat dry.I also figured it would be the onlyplace that I wouldn’t lose it to theswamp gods. We did a double takefor any boats and proceeded tomake the 100 yard swim.I worked to keep my imaginationon positive things, like dinner anda warm blanket, but this was a bitscary. Not only was any movingvessel a real danger, but swimmingthat far across a current, when coldand tired and in the complete darkness,is not my idea of fun. Although,neither was spending thenight on the beached sailboat, soacross I swam.We finally reached the far bank andwere again greeted by thick, densejungle. This was sloped upward tothe road at the top of the levee, sowe were saved from anymore postholingthrough swamp mud, whichwas nice.About three hours after beachingthe sailboat on our nice little predinner,sunset cruise, we pushedthe last branch aside and steppedon pavement. We walked down aways to an old dock where CaptainKurt’s lovely wife was parkedand waiting for us. She had towelswaiting for us and the car’s heaterwas on high. We quickly loaded upand she drove us back to the house.I proceeded to eat the most deliciouscold dinner I have ever had,followed by an extra warm shower.I laid my wallet and its contents outto dry and crawled into bed.Interested in Advertising with AWM, email usatadvertise@adventureworldmagazine.comand we will send you our media kit.Please specify whether you are a race director/event promotor or a company seeking to reacha specific market of readers.<strong>Adventure</strong> <strong>World</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong> is a GreenZine 57