Road-Trip Aborted
My wife and I think so much alike that somewhere along the
way we came to the consensus that when we brought these little children into
the world, our focus became raising them happy, healthy, and safe. Our personal everything became secondary. I swear we never sat down and talked about
it, it was the unspoken commitment (living as one). Early on we determined that if our children
couldn’t go somewhere with us we weren’t going.
We stopped going on vacations alone. Our little ones never spent an
overnight even at a grandparent’s house.
This was a special adventure for us, we were going to go on
a spur of the moment road trip. The non-plan
was to drive south from the Northwest towards California perhaps as far as Los
Angeles (maybe even visit Disneyland) or not, and head home whenever we wanted
to. The plan was so flexible that
approximately 30 miles into the trip we made a decision to treat our children
to their first ferry ride across the Puget Sound. I remember like it was yesterday, getting out
of the minivan and going up on deck, and feeling the sea air hitting our faces
as the ferry cut across the water at a fast pace. We traveled from Edmonds to Kingston, and
drove towards Port Townsend. We thought
of visiting some of the antique shops that the area is famous for. However, along the way we saw a road sign
pointing to a Historical Landmark (Fort Worden), and decided to go check it
out.
Fort Worden, along with
the heavy batteries of Fort Flagler and Fort Casey, once guarded nautical
entrance to Puget Sound. These posts, established in the late 1890s, became the
first line of a fortification system designed to prevent a hostile fleet from
reaching such targets as the Bremerton Naval Yard and the cities of Seattle,
Tacoma and Everett. Once there the sandy
beach was very inviting to a young family that had never (as a family unit)
seen the Pacific Ocean.
We parked the minivan
and planned to walk the children while holding their little hands along the
water line. We instructed the children
not to go near the water on their own, while we prepared them by removing their
shoes and socks. While tending to two of
them the six year old made a run for the water.
I didn’t realize that the area, being a shipping channel had an almost
immediate drop after about two feet of sandy beach. Before we realized what happened my baby was
drifting submerged away from land.
Without a second thought, I gave an order for everyone to stay put and I
dived after my little one. I prayed for
my son safety as I swam after him. I was
at a point where I could reach his feet but I wanted to lift his face out of
the water, so against my survival instinct to grab him, I swam closer to him
until I could grab him from his waist to lift him out of the water.