“My wife and I celebrated our tenth anniversary by kayaking up on the hypothermia-inducing waters around Nova Scotia. It's some of the most beautiful, but most dangerous, kayaking in the world. On one sunny day we paddled to a lovely, isolated beach. As we ate lunch I spotted some clouds building on the horizon. Having been warned about quick weather changes, we decided to head back.
We were quickly swallowed by fog so thick I could barely see my wife floating a few feet to my side. It was eerily quiet, with the mist seemingly absorbing all of the sound--except for that of the waves crashing off the rocky coast lurking somewhere to our right. We couldn't land and we were completely blind. Thankfully, I had a little digital assistance.
As I do on every paddle, I'd recorded our path on the way out on our portable GPS. Though I could hardly see my hand in front of my face I had a bird's-eye view of myself superimposed over satellite imagery, plus a little red line showing me a safe path.”