After driving without my driver's license to the Elk River estuary, and fishing all day without my fishing license, I had a fun time hunting for cutthroat, and even caught a fine 15" chromer. There were no officials to ask to see my license. There never are. Even the wind and the tide cooperated for the duration of my paddling, and didn't get in my face for the paddle back "downstream" to the bridge. Yes, I reflected as I pulled up on the mud beach below the bridge, it had been a glorious day on the estuary! I gathered all my gear, including my paddle, and hiked the 100 or so yds to the trailhead, set my gear down, walked another 50 yds to my car, drove it to my gear, and loaded it inside before going back for my hybrid canoe (the "U-12"). As I started down the trail, I noticed that the tide had come in a bit and that the U-12 was floating about 10 feet from the beach. I quickened my pace, noting that the breeze had also swung around from a WSW direction to blowing more from the S. This might blow my U-12 out into the channel. I could see that that was exactly what was happening. I quickened my pace some more, now jogging. By the time I had reached the water, My U-12 was now 50 feet from the shore and blowing away and getting pushed by the tide up under the Elk River bridge. With no time for hesitation, I quickly emptied my pockets, removed my glasses and put them in my hat. I stripped off my rasher and lightweight fleece and waded into the 55 degree water in my shorts, cheap rainpants (no time to take them off) and kayak booties (sharp small rip-rap rocks under foot). Of course the bottom dropped off right away and I had to swim for it, keeping my head above water, doing the breast stroke as well as some dog-paddling. I didn't want to get any cold water in my ears. I reached my U-12, grabbed on and then i noticed how cold the water felt. I hauled myself aboard like a sea lion going after a boated salmon, except twisting around to land on my butt. Easy. I then sat on the floor of the U-12 and paddled back in using my hands. It wasn't much worse than paddling while sitting on a longboard. I don't think this clown show was observed by anyone. Anyway, since I never "work on my tan," the glare from my lilly white torso would have blinded anyone who might have been trying to observe who this idiot was, so why am I confessing right now? Only to warn anyone reading this not to disrespect the incoming tide and potential wind switches, especially on Friday the 13th. That's all.