|jenn's longboard has a Story To Tell
||[Jun. 1st, 2009|09:04 am]
As Wikipedia will tell you, I am a longboarding enthusiast, and this weekend when my sweetie Jenn and I went to Kingston to visit my parents, we brought our longboards. Mine has a picture of a T-Rex skateboarding on it! My brother painted for me and it is TOTALLY AWESOME. Jenn likes horses so Victor painted a horse skateboarding on hers, last year, when we both got her the board for her birthday.
Jenn is new to the sport, so she's still learning! We went down to the waterfront trail so she could learn how to brake and corner in a place where there wouldn't be much traffic. UNFORTUNATELY, Kingston's waterfront trail is really spotty, and ended in a vehicular road in a few places with just a sign saying "MORE TRAIL THIS WAY AT SOME UNDETERMINED POINT DOWN THE ROAD". But we found this nice 5m wide cement pier down by the water and it was perfect. Smooth, safe and dramatic. Here's a shot of Jenn!
Jenn almost lost her board in the water once, but not really - it wasn't in any real danger of going in. She asked me what we'd do if the board went in, and I said that the water probably wasn't that deep, but in any case I would instantly strip down, hop in, and pull the board back out. This is an example of "fore shadowing". A few minutes later, Jenn was working on her inside turns, when she bailed backwards, which, as you may know, is a bad sort of bail in this situation because as you fall, you kick the board out from under you. The board went speeding to the edge of the pier and straight into Lake Ontario. I ran over as fast as I could and saw the board sinking slowly, and true to my word stripped off my clothes and hopped in the lake to fetch it back.
What I had failed to realize were two things: one, that the waves crashing against the pier were high enough to splash over, and two, that the water was barely above freezing. I jumped in and instantly felt like I couldn't breathe: the cold was so shocking. I surfaced without touching bottom, and the board was gone. In retrospect it was pretty dangerous, and Jenn joked that if I'd died, she would have just thrown my board after me and driven back to Toronto alone, washing her hands of the entire matter.
This was very sad, as the board was now underwater, and we could see that the water was way deeper than we'd thought. We were quite a distance out from shore, and the shore we were on was built up anyway - the natural shore was further away still. The board was lost.
We consoled ourselves as best we could and went to Queen's campus where I insisted Jenn keep learning on my board. Here is a shot of us on campus looking sad:
Later that night we called Victor and told him that his artwork was at the bottom of Lake Ontario, snatched by Poseidon's watery hand. HE DIDN'T THINK IT WAS THAT FUNNY, even when I said on the next board he could draw a horse wearing a snorkel. It was a sad evening. The board was gone.
I don't have a picture here, but you have to imagine a shot of the board resting silently at the bottom of the lake, barely lit by a few silent moonbeams. Maybe a fish swims up slowly, pauses, and then speeds away.
The next day was brighter. My dad said that due to zebra mussels, there was very little plant life in the lake, and you could sometimes see to its bottom from that very pier. But even if we could see the board, the water was pretty deep there - beyond the range of most casual diving, he said. Plus, the water was way too cold to jump in anyway. It was time to take a box and then think outside of it!!
After we did that, we drove back to the pier with a shovel in the back seat: an extendible shovel that my dad bought to pull snow down off the roof. It had a range of 20 feet, and in tests with my board, I could hook its lip over a wheel and pull up a board. At the pier, however, we found that the water was actually 20 feet deep straight down, so I could only touch bottom by hanging over the edge, and couldn't maneuver the shovel at all. Worse, I found that I needed at least a 20 degree angle to get the lip of the shovel under a wheel: when going straight down, I couldn't do anything. The only good news was that, if we looked hard enough, we could just barely see the white highlights of the horse's mane at the bottom of the lake. That was good! The board hadn't been swept away. It was time to think outside of an even bigger box!!
It seemed to me that if we had a giant, heavy hook and could see the board, then I could probably get the hook under the trucks of the board and pull it up by its wheel. Jenn suggested that one hook would turn its hooky side away when being pulled through the water, but if we could get a grappling hook, we'd be set. Maybe an anchor? The local boat store had nothing useful, surprisingly, and the hardware store didn't sell grappling hooks even though we asked nicely. The biggest hooks they did sell were meant to be used to hang bikes from your roof - and they seemed like they actually might work. We bought three! To weigh the hooks down, we bought some 40 degree plumbing joints - the heaviest metal we could get for only $1.25 each, and put one at the top of each hook. Duct tape was used to tape the hooks together and keep them in a grappling hook formation, and neon orange rope to pull the hook back up.
We assembled the grappling hook in the parking lot, then we drove back to the pier.
I'm really excited by how awesome our grappling hook is. It is SERIOUS BUSINESS.
When we got there, the wind had picked up - as we later found out, the wind was actually at 35 km/h (that's a lot!) and was gusting to 65. 5 foot waves were soaking the pier, and me, as I stood on its edge and dropped the hook into the deep. Even so, I felt the board a few times, and once even hooked it! But it detached itself as I pulled it up - the water was just moving too much. Also it was freezing. Jenn left her camera in the car so there's no pictures of this, but if you ever saw the movie "A Perfect Storm" that was basically how it went down.
We drove home and checked the weather, and saw that the wind was to die down in the evening. We were supposed leave for Toronto at 3 pm, but you don't just abandon a board when you're this close. We could extend our trip, leaving just before sunset to get to the pier when the wind was more quiet but there was still light. Our plan was, if we failed tonight, we'd return to the house, sleep for a bit, and drive out at 4 am to try again when the water would hopefully be entirely still: this would leave us enough time to drive back into the city and get Jenn into work Monday morning. With our ACTION PLAN in place, I used some free time to take apart one of those dumb LED fiber optic toys and used it to upgrade the hook to the BOARDFIND MARK II: now with lights shining down! We would be able to see what the hook was seeing. Here's a shot of the upgrade, again facilitated with duct tape and also zip-lock bags, sealed with duct tape:
For Hallowe'en this year I may go as the BOARDFIND MARK II.
Sunset began and we said our goodbyes to my parents, hoping that we wouldn't be back tonight. The waves had calmed some but was still blowing. When we got there, we found that with the sun almost set, the light wasn't enough that we could see the board. We'd have to do it blind. I dropped the hook where I remembered the board being and trolled it back and forth a bit: unfortunately the mounted light wasn't much use below six feet, as it was just too dark. Suddenly, I felt the hook catch on the lip of the board. I pulled it up, but no dice. I figured I'd caught the side, and needed the wheel. So, I dropped it in again, found the board, and this time pulled towards me for a bit before pulling up. It felt like I had something. I pulled up the rope and yes - soon the board's pink wheels were coming into view! We cheered and Jenn hauled her board up on dry land. It was none the worse for wear after its day and a bit in the briny deep. We cheered and hugged and an elderly couple walking by ignored us. Then we posed for VICTORY PHOTOGRAPHS!
Here's a shot of how much rope was used to reach the bottom, which also doubles as a good band photo:
We drove back to Toronto with the board and felt like we were pretty great. When we got home, we took one more shot: the BOARDFIND MARK II in the dark, which faithfully recreates what the skateboard itself and any sea monsters would have seen just before rescue.
Anyway that was my weekend!
2009-06-01 01:08 pm (UTC)
Man I told Joey you had a grappling hook and he called me a liar and hit me :(
Joey is a pretty violent dude sometimes
This is the most awesome story in the history of ever. You guys should be a bespandexed crimefighting duo in the dark of night or something.
I was on the edge of my seat throughout this post.
Imagine one of those deep-sea angler fish bred with one of those deep-sea sperm whales, right? Well, with that hook, you could catch whatever it is one of those would eat!
Ridiculously awesome. I'm jealous.
I was kind of hoping the end of the story would be "BUT WE UNEXPECTEDLY DREDGED UP THE BELL FROM A CANADIAN DESTROYER LOST IN WW2" or something
oh silly. canada doesn't have a military.
Just so everyone knows: I would not have chucked Ryan's board in the lake and taken off with his keys and car. That would be considered "not in good fun".
I am super relieved to have gotten my board back! I'm sure that it has many stories to tell of the 36 hours spent at the bottom of Lake Ontario but thus far, it is keeping mum.
Obviously you would have kept his board.
that is the most awesome story ever!!!
2009-06-01 01:36 pm (UTC)
THIS COULD BE A TOTALLY AWESOME BOOK
For serious. I could be called "DUDES! THIS IS WHAT YOU DO WHEN YOU YOUR BOARD FALLS IN THE WATER! GRAPPLING HOOKS MAN! THEY'RE AWESOME!" And the summary on the back would say the exact same thing, because that's exactly how awesome this book would be, and every title should actually tell you what's going to happen in the book. ALSO, the cover should totally have a T-Rex and a Horse fishing for their skateboards WITH AN AWESOME GRAPPLING HOOK on it. FOR REASONS STATED ABOVE. FOR EXAMPLE: Instead of "Twilight" and having a silly pair of hands holding an apple, it should be "HEY GUYS! THIS IS A BOOK ABOUT A CHICK WHO FINDS OUT ABOUT VAMPIRES AT HER SCHOOL!" and the cover should have had a vampire guy in a school uniform being discovered by some chick with a magnifying glass. Then I might have considered reading it.
Anyways. You should totally write a book.
2009-06-01 01:39 pm (UTC)
Re: THIS COULD BE A TOTALLY AWESOME BOOK
The "I" in the second sentence should be "It," obviously. Sorry gents and ladies.
I very much needed a story with a happy ending this morning! Congrats on a job well done and thank you for sharing!
2009-06-01 01:40 pm (UTC)
You're like the Batman of the Seas. A sort of "Aqua-Man" if you will.
An "Aqua-man"? What an intriguing notion!
I was on the edge of my seat for that entire tale.
RYAN THIS IS TOTALLY RAD.
EVEN THOUGH HE MIS-USED "briny"
In the next Zelda game, Link ought to rescue someone's longboard from the bottom of a deep lake like this.
but not as a sidequest, as the Main quest...! b/c if sub-marine ganondorf fish get's it, he will plunge the world into a new darkness... and you only have 72... nah, 48hrs to get it... ...epic!
That is pretty darn awesome.
This reminds me of a Dirtiest Jobs episode where Mike Rowe helps dredge up a truck that's fallen through the ice. Except yours is with more awesome. Yay for saving the longboard!
fairly awesome. never to leave a good board behind. also, i once bought wheels like those for my sweetie. the only downside to this story is that you seriously curbed the possibilities of cthulhu learning to bomb some major hills.
2009-06-09 05:15 pm (UTC)
Cthulhu lives north of new guinea.....
Fabulous! You can now use your grappling hook to climb up the side of buildings while meeting interesting people who stick their head out in the middle of your climb.
Oh god your icon is terrifying.
You have filled me with the joy of a thousand grappling hooks this grey, Monday morning.
As a longtime fan of T-Rex and his pals, I must say a hearty congrats! Awesome! and all that hipster stuff.
As a longtime sailor of Lake Ontario seas I must say: You're a dumbass! Jumping into the lake at this time of year is pretty damn stupid and you're lucky to be alive. The water around Toronto right now is less than 10 degrees, probably colder by Kingston. Fully dressed and with some weight on your bones you'd have about 15 minutes before losing consciousness. Undressed and skinny you'd have considerably less.
Man I sound like a downer. It's only because I'd miss you.
Yeah in retrospect it was not the brightest! I was right near the dock and it wasn't too bad to climb out of, but I can't say I'd recommend anyone doing it again. It is not worth dying for a skateboard!
Holy crap, Jess and I had the EXACT SAME WEEKEND
Only instead of a long board it was more of a... like... baby...
My baby has a My Little pony painted on it, eric's has some sweet flames.