I realize I’m sunk when the bike starts to sputter while still in deep water well away from the other edge. It loses power then dies. Darn. I step off into water above my knees and feel the cold rush into my boots.
“Jason, you’re blinker is on!” Hunter yells. When I don’t answer he yells again more urgently. I’m short on humor at the moment and want to yell back, “forget the stupid blinker.”
“Thanks Hunter,” I manage to answer. “Just keep taking pictures, okay?”
Earlier we saw a rough looking couple pull up in what looked like an old Datsun and begin setting up camp below. I think about having Hunter run down to ask for help but decide to see what I can do first.
I dig the edges of my boots into the underwater sand and push. The bike moves along easier than I expected! Maybe it’s half floating. I’m able to get most of the engine up out of the water before I need to rest.