Kayak to the kisser

Kayaking is now officially one of my favorite activities in the entire world, even though the learning curve was pretty steep. I was taking an Outdoor Recreation class and all fourteen of us were figuring this out together.  After several minutes of maneuvering without any problems, the wind picked up and things began to get interesting.  I leaned hard to the right, hoping to compensate for my sudden instability as a wall of water caught me from behind and plunged me headlong into the wake. The frigid waves engulfed me, and I thrust myself—gasping—to the surface. As soon as my head emerged, I began to make my way towards the capsized vessel when I heard a sudden shriek from behind me: "Watch out!" I spun around to see another unruly kayaker barreling towards me, only a couple feet away. This girl had seen me tip and whipped her boat around to try and help.  The only thing is, she didn’t really know how to steer and the tip of her kayak torpedo-ed me right in the kisser.  My jaw took the brunt of the impact and the boat slid over top of me, forcing my head back under the surf.  It hurt to chew for next few days, but have you ever seen a goose egg on the side of someone’s face?  That was awesome.