Getting home is half the fun

We went out in a boat to see the last of the sea ice. The outfitter stayed on the boat, and sent us ashore one by one in a little flat-bottomed rowboat, being rowed by his young assistant Lucassee. When the time came to go back the tide had gone down, and the shore was now surrounded by a ring of scattered rocks about three hundred feet from shore, sticking up through the water, way too many of them to get through with a rowboat. The challenge now would be to escape with our lives. Well, not really, the challenge was to escape without getting a soaker in frigid arctic seawater, or waiting several hours for the tide while the people on the boat laughed at us and ate our lunch. There were cookies in there. We had to succeed.
Lucassee took me out in the rowboat first, I assumed he had done this a million times and knew exactly where to go, but then it tuned out he was just searching for a way through the rocks and knew as little as we did. We poked around for a while, then headed back to shore. Then he started trying to figure out if we could haul the boat overland to a better launch area. But that didn't work out too well either. Sanjay the soundman and I turned out to be the only two in waterproof footwear, so we wound up dragging the boat through the shallows. In fact Sanjay did most of the dragging, since he had actual rubber boots and I just had hiking boots. But I was able to stand nearby and offer significant moral support.
By the time we got back on board, the process of achieving it had been way more entertaining than anything we had filmed on shore. We really need a second documentary crew filming us while we film. Comedy gold.