Sitting on the veranda of the Daylight Mind Coffee Company, nursing his double short latte, Cabana Boy had to read the email from Kialoa Paddles one more time. It had been over a week since he had sent Kialoa one of the images he had recently captured of a Kialoa paddle with his GoPro.  Now, there it was, their reply, looking crisp and clear on his cell phone screen.

“Aloha Mr. Boy. I brought up your name and website in our Marketing meeting yesterday.  Thank you for sending along your wonderful paddle photo — if you have any others we can see, that would be great. I am not sure of our ‘need’ at the moment, however, we are very interested in keeping lines of communication open. Beautiful work.

 Sincerely, Carrie Allan, Marketing Manager.”

The same day he had sent his photo to Kialoa, he also posted the image to Nat Geo’s My Shot blog, GoPro’s Photo Upload offering and his own Tropical Exposures blog. The general consensus from viewers was more than flattering. One person wrote, “That’s very nice.  It conveys power, but at the same time a sort of softness, the softness of the water.  And a dynamic complexity, as the eye follows the vortex from its source at the edge of the paddle upwards, expanding and dissipating.  Yeah, I think I could look at that for quite a while. Wonderful!”

But when people asked how he had managed to capture such an unusual image, he could only shrug and simply say, “trade secret.” Cabana Boy smiled as he read the email one last time reflecting on what really had happened. “OMG, if they only knew…”

Two canoes had left the Kamakahonu beach around 6:15 on a beautiful Saturday morning. Cabana Boy was steering the Laulani (Heavenly Leaf) and Jo Mahjong was steering the Nalu Kai (Sea Wave). Cabana Boy was pleased his crew were all good paddlers because there was a three foot swell rolling in and breaking at the narrow mouth of the harbor. Getting out of the harbor was going to be tricky.

One-up Jerry was stroking, sitting in seat one. Chatty Kathy was in seat two, Way-To-Go Walt was in seat three calling out the “Huts.” Chicago Tommy was in seat four and Dancing Girl was in seat five, looking beautiful as usual. Cabana Boy’s only concern was that Way-To-Go Walt had announced earlier in the morning that he had, just yesterday, been fitted with new six-thousand dollar dentures. Cabana Boy had asked Way-To-Go if he was going to be ok with calling out the huts.  Way-To-Go replied by saying “Na roblemo brah, UUT!”

“’K den, potentially memorable.” thought Cabana Boy.

And so with that, Cabana Boy powered up his GoPro, set it to time lapse mode with a 5 second interval and checked to make sure the camera was securely fasten to his chest-mount harness. Good to go, he hollered out, “Paddles up, set, paddle!”

Cabana Boy’s canoe was the first to leave the beach with Jo Mahjong’s hull three boat lengths behind. On the 14^th stroke, half way to the harbor entrance, Way-To-Go Walt got the first hut out, loud and clear, and Cabbie’s crew efficiently switched their paddles to the opposite side of the hull like a well-oiled sewing machine.  “Perfect!” thought Cabana boy as he steered the canoe to the sweet spot of the harbor’s opening.

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As they quickly approached the narrow opening, Cabana Boy spotted a strong four foot swell approaching the entrance of the harbor. He immediately realized they would be taking on the swell about the same time Way-To-Go would be calling out the next hut.

Wanting to power through the breaking swell with force, Cabana Boy yelled out “One-up! Power on the blade! No Change! Keep paddling!” But the sound of the waves breaking on the pier 10 yards to the left and on the rocks five yards to the right drowned out Cabbie’s commands.  Just as the bow of the canoe nosed into the oncoming swell, Why-To-Go hollered out “Huuph!”  And, that’s when Cabana Boy saw Why-To-Go’s new choppers eject out of his mouth, sailing into the ocean.

“Uh oh,” thought Cabana Boy, as he and the crew took one more strong stroke to get through the swell and into clean water.

As the canoe passed by where Why-To-Go’s choppers had splashed down, Cabbie turned to see the choppers slowly sinking toward the coral heads below the mouth of the harbor. “Shit,” he thought, “George Washington would never have had this problem.”

With the canoe now safely past the swell zone, Cabana Boy yelled out, “paddles up!” Handing his steering blade to Dancing Girl, he rolled over the side of the canoe, kicking furiously to get down to where Why-To-Go’s choppers had luckily come to rest in a sandy spot between two coral heads.

Although the choppers were only in about eight feet of water, Cabana Boy had not taken a full breath of air before diving in. With the choppers in his grasp, he turned quickly towards the surface and pushed off the sandy bottom, kicking and stroking furiously to get to the surface.

The real problem though was that Cabana Boy could see Jo Mahjong’s hull closing in on the exact spot where he was about to surface. Thankfully, Jo also saw what was about to happen and poked her steering blade in deep on the starboard side of the hull, turning the canoe just enough to the right that when Cabbie popped to the surface he was between the hull and the ama.

Holding Way-To-Go’s dentures above his head, as he watched the Nalu Kai passed by, Cabana Boy gleefully called out, “Got ‘em! Epic!”

Later that afternoon, drinking a Baja Fog, as Cabana Boy reviewed the footage from his GoPro, the one and only frame worth a damn was the golden paddle that had nearly missed his skull before he had surfaced alongside the Nalu Kai.

Epic indeed!