Follow the Flying Cars

This past week my cohort and I finished our final trip of the semester.  We went coastal kayaking at Little Tybee Island, GA.  The first day was enjoyable.  I had a hard time being "present" because of all the stuff happening these last two weeks of the semester.  Unfortunately, this trip became just another thing on the to-do list.  The weather on the first day was fine, mid 70s, light wind.  That night we knew a cold front was coming and none of us were that thrilled about practicing rescues when the air temperature was in the mid 50s.  The benefit was that the water temperature felt much warmer.  Due to unforeseen events we had to cut our trip by a day.  We ended up doing our last bit of rescue practice right at the beach ramp.  The 20 knot west winds that day made things quite interesting.  When you flipped your kayak to start the rescue there was no time to waste.  You had to start the drill in the middle of the river so that you could get back in your kayak before the winds blew you into the beach, or worse, a boat dock covered in oysters.

On our way home that day we came across a train track with a stationary train.  We went down a couple streets but it looked as if we were going to have to wait it out.  What better thing to do when you are waiting for a train to move then have a dance party?  A bunch of us got out and started dancing beside the van and trailer.  At one point someone looked north up the tracks and exclaimed, "Look! There are flying cars!!" It was dark out so all we saw were headlights. Wouldn't you know, there was an overpass.  We all jumped back into the van and tracked it down.  While it would have been nice to find the overpass sooner, the dance party was still fun.  And yet again, we came back with no pictures from our trip.