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Meet the Rangers – Captain Debrah Volturno!

Deb on retreat on the wild Northern California coast 2015

Editor’s note: This is number three in our Meet the Rangers series. Now that Captain Jim Kakuk has become Vice Admiral Kuk and stepped back, Deb is our Captain although the Admiral reserves the right to have the last word. Also a big thank you to all the Rangers who took the time to write their contributions to this story!

There’s a lot to say about Deb. In fact, we could write a book about her kayaking life. Maybe one day we will. But for the purposes of this post we can’t do better than quote from Eric’s book Confessions of a Wave Warrior:

“Debrah, a high school science and math teacher, formerly a geologist, is a kayak surfing champion and ACA Instructor Trainer who also teaches kayak classes and leads sea kayak expeditions. Deb took her Tsunami Ranger officer test at Pillar Point in 1996 and was awarded the rank of lieutenant. Her test is featured in The Tsunami Rangers’ Greatest Hits video…

“Volturno has paddled extensively in Alaska, the west coast of the U.S. and Canada, in Baja Mexico, Italy, New Zealand, Costa Rica, and Brazil. Recently she helped start a kayak club in Port Angeles, Washington, and helped develop the Hobuck Hoedown Pacific North Coast Surf Kayak Festival, now a nationally-sanctioned surf competition.”

This quote was written in 2010 and Deb has done a lot more since then. For one thing, she’s been promoted in the ranks of the Tsunami Rangers until she is now our fearless leader, and we were unanimously happy to welcome her as Captain on our annual retreat last year. If you’d like to see her TR officer test, check it out on our Greatest Hits video. It’s worth a watch.

I’m going to let the Rangers themselves tell her story. Vice Admiral Kuk goes first:

Vice Admiral Jim Kakuk: Deb Volturno joined the Tsunami Rangers in 1996, 23 years ago. She was introduced to Eric and me by John Lull through the Half Moon Bay paddling community. Kayaking along the exposed and dynamic San Mateo coast, Deb was a natural. Surfing the break at Pillar Point or dancing through the rock gardens along Sniveler’s Row, Eric and I were impressed and could see that she was a very skilled paddler; smooth and seamless in all conditions.

Cathedral Cave: Deb in God Rays. Smooth in all conditions, with TR John Lull on retreat in Oregon.

She has good balance and is nimble and quick with great awareness and good decision making. Easygoing and a natural in the water, Deb is the ideal paddling companion. Most important she is easy to be with and lots of fun on the waves or in the white water clapotis zone. Deb is also an expert wilderness camper and cook, and as a bonus she likes tequila, really good tequila! Blending well with the small team of Rangers we had back then, we all liked her and agreed to invite her to join us, and fortunately for us, she accepted.

Deb and the gang on retreat at Thunder Cove

CAPTAIN TORTUGA

The Tsunami Rangers are a team of kayakers and each of us has a position or rank that makes the team work. Primarily, we are friends and a sea tribe family, a close knit gang sharing a mutual love of ocean adventuring in paddle craft.

Deb exploring caves with the team on retreat 2014 — Deb on retreat exploring caves with the team in 2014

Rank explained: The Tsunami Rangers use the standard naval ranking system and apply it to our positions on the water for decision making. Rank is awarded by skill and how a person fits with the team. Basic levels are: Lieutenant – a skilled paddler who can take care of themselves in most conditions. Commander – mission leader, does recon, leads missions and explorations. Captain – in charge of the team, makes decisions on overall actions. Admiral – retired and only here to give advice… or just vice.

Deb presents newly-minted Admiral/Shaman Michael Powers with his official prayer stick, retreat 2018

On our annual retreats we award rank and it is usually a big fun party. Deb’s was always a good one as she rose up through the ranks quickly. My favorite was when she made Commander at Cape Flattery. It was an amazing week of rock gardening in Mordor, entering the dark realm of interlacing caves and delving deep into the nether realms below the menacing ragged cliffs, while above us the gargoyles looked down with sharp eyes. The raucous party around the fire went late into the mystic night. Oh, and there was tequila. Lots of tequila.

Speaking of vice... Deb with TRs Jeff Laxier and Steve El Rey King. And of course, tequila. — Speaking of vice… Deb with TRs Jeff Laxier and Steve El Rey King. And of course, tequila.

Some more highlights from my log with Captain Tortuga: in 2008 surfing through the caves on Tatoosh Island in the straights of San Juan De Fuca, crisscrossing each other as the waves came from both directions. All this while dodging pillars of basalt that hung from the ceiling and plunged down into the green water inside the tunnels.

Deb at Tokomaru Bay, NZ 2014 — Deb having a quiet moment at Tokomaru Bay, NZ 2014

And in New Zealand on our first trip in 2008, under a pohutukawa tree in a crowded tepee tent with Mark Hutson telling stories in the pitch dark night while the driving rain from the tail end of a typhoon raged outside. Oh, and there was rum. Or, on our many adventures in dramatic conditions along the ragged headlands of our own Mendocino “Rivendell” with the rat pack of unusual suspects.

Captain Tortuga has continued to build connections throughout the international sea kayaking community. With her writing, symposium presentations and on water instruction, Deb has expanded the depth and range of the Tsunami Rangers. The future of our sea tribe will depend on how well we evolve as a team with Captain Tortuga being the next generation. I am sure she will keep the team on the right paddling path.

Capt. Kuk passes the cutlass - Deb on her promotion to Captain. — Capt. Kuk passes the cutlass – Deb on her promotion to Captain.

Commander John Lull: I first started paddling with Debrah Volturno back in the early ‘90s when she and I ran the California Canoe & Kayak outpost in Half Moon Bay. We conducted countless American Canoe Association Instructor Training & Certification Workshops out on the open coast and on San Francisco Bay. Deb’s kayaking and teaching skills are top notch as she demonstrated during these workshops in surf and rough water on the coast and in strong tide rips on the Bay and at the Golden Gate. Her sense of adventure and sheer joy on the water is always on display. She is a fearless paddler, but not reckless. It soon became apparent that she would be a perfect candidate for the Tsunami Rangers, especially after numerous kayak surfing sessions out at Pillar Point with Eric Soares and me. And no, Michael, not at Maverick’s, but at the wraparound break near “Mushroom Rock,” a short ways inside Maverick’s. It’s not a 40-50 foot, crushing wall of water like Maverick’s, but can easily reach 10 feet at times! Eric and I both agreed that Deb was Tsunami Ranger material, so we scheduled her Tsunami Officer test to be held in the ocean rock gardens at Pillar Point and Ross’s Cove.

Deb with TRs John Lull, Eric Soares, and pals — Deb with TRs John Lull, Eric Soares, Jeff Laxier, and some pals

Deb aced the test of course, showing off her kayaking skills and ability to judge the waves and handle whitewater surge in the rocks. One highlight of the test was the feast she served us for lunch on the beach at Ross’s Cove. I recall a large white tablecloth spread out on the sand, loaded with goodies. The only thing missing was the silver cutlery. Luckily the test was mostly completed because we all gorged ourselves. This was in stark contrast to the Spartan lunch of canned anchovies on crackers that I served Eric and Jim during my test at Dreamer’s Island on the Oregon coast many years ago. They were not impressed; my excuse was the fact that we were on a kayak camping excursion and I travel light. All that aside, after her test Deb has joined us on many Tsunami Ranger excursions, played an important role in the instructional Kayaking Ocean Rock Gardens video Eric and I produced some years back, and has been a great paddling companion.

Always upbeat! Our Captain... — Always upbeat! Our Captain…

Lt. JG Nancy Soares: I’ve known Capt. Deb since she took her Tsunami Ranger test in 1996. TR John Lull was her sponsor and she did him proud. I didn’t paddle much with her back in the day and then she moved north to Port Angeles, but she’s always stayed connected to the team and to my life. As far as I know she’s gone on every retreat with the team since her induction and she represented the Rangers at the Coastbusters Sea Kayak Symposium and International Kayak Workshop in New Zealand in 2008 along with Capt. Jim. She also led the first Tsunami retreat to Cape Flattery and was promoted to Commander on that trip.

Deb with her trusty Coaster on the beach in the PNW

Now that Eric is gone and I am a Tsunami Ranger I have more contact with Capt. Deb. One of the things that brings us together is the Surf Sirens kayak clinic which is held every year on the third weekend of September at Hobuck Beach. Deb and some instructor pals started this event in 2016 and it’s hot! Three days on the water, with a rock garden adventure on Friday, formal surf instruction on Saturday, and free play day in the surf on Sunday. I’ve attended the last three years and it’s been a great experience every time. Capt. Deb suggested I lead the Blessing to the Sea to start the official day of instruction as well as help out with drills and I obeyed. Oh so gently she forces me to participate and overcome my inherent laziness and in the process plays to my strengths and helps me develop my skills.

Knives on the beach! Deb on retreat with the Rangers, 2016

There is so much to admire about Deb. She is pure, noble, and true. She is compassionate, inclusive, and humble. Her kindness knows no bounds. She encourages me to expand my kayaking horizon, improve as a paddler, and travel. By signing me up to lead the Blessing at Surf Sirens and to lead a “movement drill” from my knife fighting skills each year, she A. included me in the event, B. drew on my skills outside kayaking, and C. forced me to step up and drive the two days to Hobuck and perform. As I say to myself, “There she goes making me do stuff again!”

Pull that rope! Deb ropes me in, literally, for a backpaddling drill in surf at Surf Sirens — Pull that rope! Deb, seated on the back deck, literally ropes me in for a backpaddling drill at Surf Sirens 2018

This is the sign of a true leader. Those gentle nudges, like skilled paddle strokes that look like nothing but have a powerful effect, move me outside my comfort zone and make me stronger and better as a paddler and a person, and I’m grateful. Because of Deb and Surf Sirens I decided to check out whitewater kayaking the last couple of years, thus bumping up my skills and introducing me to the people at Cali Collective in Northern California and Sundance here in Oregon. And I rolled my first kayak. So yeah, Deb’s been a great influence on me. I owe her a lot.

Deb and new Ranger Cate Hawthorne after Cate's test — Deb and new Ranger Cate Hawthorne after Cate’s test

Lt. Commander Jeff Laxier: Deb and I first met at a kayak event up near her home in Washington. I thought, “WOW what a ball of positive energy!” It wasn’t until years later that we put on the water together. This was an instructional event and the tribe was on stage. Here Deb’s leadership, organization, and ease of encouraging students to push their limits was exposed. She excels in boat control and her ability to read the water knows no boundaries. Now when it comes to laying out camp, wow this lady has got some skills. As we live our lives in harmony with nature Deb works hard but Easy, Efficient, Effective, and Encouraging as a community leader.

Lieutenant Steve El Rey King: Captain Deb Tortuga Volturno is a gift from Ocean goddess and gods to all of us who have the pleasure to paddle with her. Deb has an amazing infectious enthusiasm for life, the sea, exploration, nature and fine sipping tequila! It is wonderful to paddle with her, to witness the skill, ease, fluidity, agility and mastery of her paddling. She is a patient and excellent teacher who I always learn from anytime I have the joy to be on the water with her. In fact Capt. Tortuga is an extraordinary teacher and mentor to many, many people around the world. She continues to cultivate and certify highly skilled kayak instructors to help expand the number of people who can, like herself, teach other people to wander safely in the rocks, waves, sunsets and currents of the water planet. She is also a very skilled and enthusiastic knife and hatchet thrower, hitting her mark frequently.

Deb and her lovely partner Paula, Tsunami Ranger and champion knife and hatchet thrower — Deb and her lovely partner Paula, Tsunami Ranger and also champion knife and hatchet thrower

Deb shares her awe and love of marine mammals, fish, birds, and creatures large and small like a wide-eyed child who has only recently been introduced to these magical marine inhabitants but in fact she has been paddling with and among them for decades. It always so wonderful to be exploring the Ocean with her and I am grateful for each opportunity to be with her on retreats or anywhere on the sea. Deb is an Ocean warrior and goddess of kayaking; she is a core element of the Tsunami Rangers and we would not be who we are without her joi de vivre. Gracias a Deb for being who she is!

Deb and the blowhole: balance and flexibility

Lt. JG Nancy Soares: Well, folks, that’s it for our paean to our courageous Captain Deb Volturno. You can clearly see how much we all love and admire her. Stay tuned for our next Meet the Rangers post coming in 2020.

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Meet the Rangers! – Commander/Shaman Michael Powers

Editor’s note: This post was written mostly by Cmdr. Michael Powers with additional text from Confessions of a Wave Warrior by Cmdr. Eric Soares and a little bit extra from Lt. JG Nancy Soares. Also edited by Michael’s wife, Nani Venegas. Photos provided by Capt. Deb Volturno, TRs Steve El Rey King and Michael Powers, and TR pals Paul McHugh, Bob Stender, and Will Nordby, plus a few from the archives. A true team effort! Thanks everyone for contributing to this post!

Michael rockin' the reef on retreat with the Rangers. hoto by TR Capt. Deb Volturno — Michael rockin’ the reef on retreat with the Rangers in 2017. Photo by TR Capt. Deb Volturno

Eric Soares: Michael Powers was raised near the lakes and rivers of wild Idaho during the 1940s. As an adult he eventually made his way to Half Moon Bay, California, where he hand built a Viking-style house on Miramar Beach, which serves today as Tsunami Ranger headquarters. From Confessions of a Wave Warrior.

Michael's hand built home — Michael’s hand built home. Photo by Will Nordby

True stories and lessons learned from 30 years of paddling with the Tsunami Rangers

Michael Powers: “The ocean is like a cathedral, a place of worship!” Eric Soares, a commander in the Tsunami Rangers, an “extreme conditions” sea kayaking team – was expounding from his favorite pulpit, the cockpit of a sleek Tsunami X-1 Rocket Boat.

Michael and his buddy Jon Wittenberg on retreat in Mendocino. Photo by Steve King

Right on cue, a squadron of brown pelicans sailed down through a turquoise sky above Mavericks Reef, a few miles south of San Francisco. They leveled off inches above the water and began surfing the invisible air currents generated by the powerful swells. A pair of California sea lions burst suddenly to the surface at the top of a wave and surfed effortlessly down twenty feet of cascading water. They were the masters here, and we were the students. Even Soares seemed temporarily humbled.

Michael riding the waves at Pillar Point. Photo by Steve King

A palpable, unspoken tribalism has always prevailed among the Rangers, empowering us to greater heights of bravado and derring do than any of us would ever dream of attempting alone. Together we have paddled out into storm surf conditions with giant waves breaking over rocks, shrieking winds whipping the sea into a witch’s cauldron, probing through dense fog along wild and unknown coasts seeking a hidden beach or protected cove where we could find refuge – all things that would be overwhelmingly scary if faced alone. After all, we always thought… if one of us capsizes and our kayak is swept away by the wind, if we became exhausted or otherwise got into serious trouble… the other Rangers would always be there to help us out… right?

Foraging for food on the exposed coast. Photo by Steve King

This underlying sense of security is further enhanced by the Ranger’s system of assigning rank to each member of the team. There are humble entry-level interns and somewhat more experienced lieutenants, lieutenant commanders and commanders like myself and Eric Soares, as well as one admiral (Jim Kakuk, a co-founder of the Rangers, and so far our longest-surviving member).

Cmdr. Powers, flanked by Cmdr. Soares and Capt. Kuk. Photo by Steve King

As the years passed it became increasingly apparent that the Rangers and their cohorts… were not immortal. Oddly enough, however, none of us died while actually kayaking. Legendary Steve Sinclair, a barrel-chested giant and the leader of a rival group of storm surf paddlers known as Force Ten, collapsed and died while running around a schoolyard track with his young son. Wild, courageous young Misha Dynnikov, who came from Russia and brought bold new blood to the Rangers, was the next to go – he vanished without a trace while free diving alone off the big island of Hawaii. Then Eric Soares, one of the original founding partners of the Tsunami Rangers and an amazing waterman in his own right… ultimately responded to Neptune’s irresistible siren call.

One wild winter day while paddling down a rugged, exposed stretch of the California coast with the Rangers, I surf-landed my kayak on an exposed sea reef, disembarked from my boat and stepped away with a video camera to record the other Rangers surfing the big waves that surrounded my vantage point. Seconds later, a giant wave swept over the reef and washed my kayak away into the wind-swept open sea. Eric, a champion swimmer in his high school days who ever since has relished swimming in storm surf and breaking waves, quickly assessed the situation from his position out in the surf zone. He powered through the breaking waves to overtake my fast escaping kayak, without hesitation abandoned his own craft – and grasping the bow of my kayak in one hand, swam all the way back to the reef where I stood helpless and waiting anxiously. It was a truly astounding athletic accomplishment to witness.

The photojournalist with his camera. By Steve King

A couple years later on a multi-day expedition further north along the spectacular Mendocino coast, we once again found ourselves surrounded by big surf and strong winds. Sea conditions were truly crazy, even for the Rangers – we tumbled end over end through breaking waves and rocks, boats got damaged, and my waterproof camera got swept away when I capsized. Yet we laughed and celebrated, for this is what we loved to do.

One of Michael's many captioned photos. By Paul McHugh — One of Michael’s many captioned photos. By Paul McHugh

Only after returning home to his home in El Granada on the Northern California coast did Eric complain to his wife Nancy that he felt something was wrong with his body. The doctors at the local Medical Center became alarmed and immediately had him ambulanced to Sequoia Hospital in Redwood City. The specialists there found Eric’s aorta was hemorrhaging badly and performed emergency surgery that saved his life.

This photo of Eric was dubbed the "Hand of God" — This photo of Eric by Will Nordby was dubbed the “Hand of God”

When the other Rangers heard the news, they were grateful that Eric had survived the aquatic carnage we had all just endured. Then we shuddered to think that if Eric had expired when we were still out there bashing around on the Mendocino coast… we would have faced the grim task of towing our dead companion back to civilization, strapped down on his beloved Tsunami X-15 kayak. But much to everyone’s joy and amazement, Eric recovered and went on to paddle on many Tsunami adventures again, even competing in our annual experts-only “extreme conditions” sea kayak races.

Michael and his lovely wife Nani at the Sea Gypsy race in 2011. Photo by Bob Stender

Ultimately, Eric was blessed with a true warrior’s death. Following his annual ski trip to the mountains with Nancy, he was air-lifted from Oregon to Stanford Hospital. Yet being the high-spirited athlete that Eric always was, after a short time he appeared so strong to the doctors at Stanford that they transferred him out of intensive care. It was there in a regular hospital room while returning messages on his laptop that he died suddenly. The last transmission Eric reportedly sent out to someone read: “I’m upbeat!”

The logo of the Tsunami Rangers: trident and paddle, also known as the Fork and Spoon

If there is a secret to the Ranger’s power and vitality, perhaps it can be symbolized by Neptune’s trident, long a favorite icon of the Rangers that has appeared over the years on their race t-shirts and painted on the bows of their hand-crafted expedition kayaks. One point of the trident spear could be said to represent COMMUNITY, as tribalism has always been central to the Tsunami philosophy. A second might be PURPOSE, so closely allied to the warrior credo of the Rangers. A final essential element is GRATITUDE (which might surprise those who think of the Rangers as pagan, and somewhat irreverent in their high-testosterone approach to paddling and to life in general). Yet before launching on every expedition the Rangers always gather at the edge of the sea in solemn acknowledgement of its power and seek permission from that invisible Force they perceive so powerfully confronting them there.

Michael performing a blessing with his newly acquired prayer stick after being promoted to Shaman of the Rangers. Photo by Steve King

So the next time you go out paddling with your friends, heed the Tsunami Ranger’s advice and try working more closely together as a team. You too may discover something very ancient and primal awakening within yourself.

Oh that enthusiasm! Oh that love for life! Photo by Steve King

Nancy Soares: Michael is the elder statesman of the Rangers. At our last retreat we officially promoted him to Shaman. Michael is one of the most enthusiastic Rangers and is always up for anything. At 78 years old, he’s still tearing it up on the water and in life in general. Here’s what Eric said about his first encounter with Michael: “I was immediately impressed by his physical vigor and old-world attitude toward life. No doubt he was one of Beowulf’s fellow sea warriors in a past life.”

Some of Michael's amazing rock sculptures at his Viking compound — Some of Michael’s amazing rock sculptures at his Viking compound

Michael has been instrumental in helping the Rangers go public. He got us the film gig with National Geographic and landed a book contract for himself and Eric which resulted in Extreme Sea Kayaking. He has taken thousands of photos and videos of the Rangers over the years. He is a genius at carpentry and also creates beautiful rock sculptures which he sells and which adorn his Viking stronghold where he also runs the Miramar Beach Kayak Club.

His primary occupation is as an adventure photojournalist and he has traveled to Norway, New Guinea, Chile, Patagonia, Easter Island, Peru, Nepal, and Antarctica among other far away places. In 2009 at 69 years old he trekked near Everest at 18,000 feet. Michael really gets around!

Michael’s adventurous life continues as in September 2019, Tsunami Ranger officers Michael Powers, Tim Sullivan and Steven King will join an expedition bound for the remote Altai Mountains in western Mongolia to visit the indigenous Kazakh tribespeople, there to document their centuries-old practice of hunting on horseback with trained eagles.

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Meet the Rangers: Captain Jim Kakuk!

By Captain Jim Kakuk and Lt. JG Nancy Soares

Editor’s note: This post is first in a series of upcoming Meet the Rangers posts. The numbers of the Rangers have fluctuated over the years as people move in and out of the team due to time passages and life changes but there are usually about 12 or so active members at any given time.

Captain Jim Kuk, Maverick's 1986 — Captain Jim Kakuk, Maverick’s 1986

Capt. Kuk: Flying home from Mexico over the Sea of Cortez from 30,000 feet, I could see Isla Angel de la Guarda, the giant guarding angel of Baja California. Remembering a time in 1995 kayaking there with Misha Dynikov and Tim Sullivan, I thought about the connection I have with the water planet and how the kayak has shaped my friendships and my life over the last 50 years.

I came to California in 1956 from a small town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. With my parents and 6 siblings in a station wagon, we came west over route 66. We ended up in Trinity County and I grew up next to the Trinity River in the late 1950’s during the construction of the big dam just up river from Lewiston.

Inner tubing down the river was my first river running experience and the Trinity river was my playground for the all the summers of my youth. I learned to swim in current, dive off the rocks and navigate the rapids in my trusty inner tube with siblings and friends. Yes, the young boyhood friends you find in a backwoods hillbilly town, friends like Rob Roy Nelson who taught me the important things early. Rob Roy taught me how to lie, steal and swear. The routine was to follow him around while he repeated various cuss words for no reason except to get a laugh. We looked for trouble and he would find it. When caught he always had an alibi or undeniable story. I was not very good at most of these social skills but learned some useful things and usually had a great time. I also built my first tree fort by the river and we invented imaginative schemes of what we were going to do in life.

Some of Capt. Jim's beautiful hand made kayaks — Some of Capt. Jim’s beautiful hand made kayaks

In the 60’s when we moved to a small town close to Shasta Lake, I built my first kayak while in 8th grade out of thin plywood and 1 x 2 strips of wood. It did not work very well; in fact it was unstable and totally useless so I tore it apart. My first attempts at building small boats were the start of a long life of building kayaks, some good and others not. On Shasta Lake during my pre-teens my best friend Alex Valdivia gave me my nick name, Wild Man Kukamonga, a variation of my last name and the one I still go by today, although, usually shortened to just “Kuk”.

For me the mid 70’s was the golden age of river kayaking. Shortly after the movie Deliverance in 1972 I got a river kayak and started exploring rivers. I was gonna be Bert Reynolds. My first kayaking buddy was Gene Leach, a math teacher at Shasta College. We paddled the Upper Sacramento and Trinity River in the 70’s and early 80’s. During this time and with my younger brother, Jay, we designed and built river kayaks and explored the Northern California and Oregon rivers. The skill sets learned on the river in my early years were to prepare me for the next phase of my kayaking life in the sea.

I met Eric in the fall of 1972 and we became fast friends. Eric was a combination of all my earlier friends only funnier and smarter. Selling him one of my beat up river kayaks, the Deckadense, for cheap, Eric was off to college in Santa Barbara and while in Southern California he became an ocean kayaker and kayak surfer. Some 10 years later, in the SF Bay Area we would create the Tsunami Rangers in 1985. Eric and I had the same adventuresome spirit and, as we compared ourselves to Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn, we went looking for our own adventures in the vast unexplored ocean. The big difference is that now we were adults and could do what we wanted. What we found in the sea was an endless source of discovery and all the excitement of wild water and remote beaches to camp on and explore. We wanted to be daring, adventurous buccaneers exploring the sea in our kayaks.

Here’s what Eric wrote about Jim:

The Ideal Tsunami Ranger

He is a quiet man who leads by example. He is very creative, both in a mechanical way (he designs and builds boats) and artistically (he has shot a lot of our footage and taken many great action photos).

He paddles effortlessly. When going long distances, he conserves energy by keeping his elbows low and making small circular movements from his core to move forward at a decent pace. As with skiing, I’ve imitated his movements and improved my own style.

He is not a flatwater racer and neither am I. There must be thousands of kayakers who are much faster than we. But when it comes to ninja strokes, those quick small paddle maneuvers designed to keep you and your boat in a good situation, Jim is king. River kayakers already perform ninja strokes to deal with strong and constant currents; ocean kayakers need to learn more of them.

Jim is courageous but not foolhardy. When younger, he was bolder, but as his swimming stories attest, he learned the old maxim of “there are no old, bold kayakers.” By observing Jim, I have learned to slow down when I see something exciting and make sure I can actually do it before plunging forward.

Though he has many fans, acquaintances, and business associates Jim is very slow at establishing deep friendships. However, once he is your friend, it is for life. I have known Jim Kakuk for 40 years. I am honored and grateful to claim Captain Kuk as my best friend.

Taken from Confessions of a Wave Warrior by Eric Soares

Nancy: As the newest Tsunami Ranger, I’d like to add my two cents. I love Jim. Like Eric says, he’s quiet. He has the quality of a deep well. He’s one of the few people I can either be chatty or spend long silences with comfortably. He’s about the best house guest I’ve ever had. He could stay for weeks, he’s so unobtrusive. Whenever he’s around I have a warm feeling. One of my favorite memories of Jim is the 2016 retreat when Jim and I spent an afternoon on Shell Beach gathering abalone shells. Just beachcombing… not talking much, wading in the surf, gazing out to sea, being alive. I felt so peaceful. As far as kayaking, I watch what he does; I go where he goes. I know I’ll be safe. I learn a lot from tagging along behind Jim.

To read more about Captain Jim Kakuk and his amazing adventures and great swims, check out Confessions of a Wave Warrior available on this site! Have any questions for Jim? Let us know by commenting below.

In Memoriam – Commander Eric Soares, 1 August 1954 – 1 February 2012

Editor’s note: Sometimes I wonder why I keep running a memorial piece for Eric every year. He’s been gone 7 years. I guess it’s because this was his blog. When he died his last request was that it continue, so I carried it on, and it seems right to acknowledge him periodically since without him this blog would not exist nor would the Tsunami Rangers, and without their influence many things in the kayaking world would have played out differently over time. And also because I love him. We all lose people. People die. They go away. Shit happens, and we grieve. I hope that when I post these memorials it might bring a little healing to others who have lost someone they love. This piece was written by Henry Scott Holland (January 27, 1847 – March 17, 1918). Holland was Regius Professor of Divinity at the University of Oxford.

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again.

Please feel free to comment and share memories of Eric or someone you loved and lost below! Thanks!

Tsunami Retreat 2017 Part 3 – Holy Shibooty! I Become a Tsunami Ranger

Capt. Kuk: It has been a long progression for Nancy over the last 22 years and even though she was always capable of gaining the skills to be a Ranger, she chose to keep some separation to give Eric space. Starting with her martial arts and fancy foot work playing hacky sack, Nancy has since added the necessary kayaking skills needed to be a full Ranger. Nancy is also the keeper of the Tsunami Ranger blog started by Eric, and it continues to keep the Rangers’ stories alive.

Nancy is the first new Ranger under Captain Tortuga and she bridges the generations. There have been many stories since her first retreat and becoming a Ranger is another one. After her test the party that night was like the old days. Congratulations Nancy, it has been a long and interesting time.

Nancy Soares LTJG: Over the years I taught myself to surf and went on a couple of Tsunami Retreats. I developed fair kayaking skills, but never trained very hard until 2004 when I decided to race in the upcoming Sea Gypsy Extreme Sea Kayaking Race. After eight months going out to Pillar Point once a week regardless of conditions (gak!) by the time the race rolled around I’d developed into a pretty strong paddler. But then Eric and I moved to Oregon and Eric died and I didn’t do much paddling after that.

Slippin' into darkness... cave exploration: check! — Slippin’ into darkness… cave exploration: check!

When Jim asked me to go on the Tsunami Retreat in 2016 I was incredibly grateful to be included. I love the Rangers; they are my Sea Tribe, and I missed the camaraderie. Plus these guys probably knew Eric best of anyone and it’s comforting to be around them. And I did well. I could tell that I was being eyeballed. Oh shit, I thought, they’re going to ask me to test.

Dandy Don works a pourover — Dandy Don works a pour over

Sure enough, next year Jim asked me to test. Of course I said yes, but 2017 was the worst year of my life health-wise. Early in the year I was hospitalized with two potentially fatal conditions. Yep. It took months to recover and then the smoke rolled into the valley and took me back down a few notches. When I headed off to the retreat for the test I felt diminished. Actually, whiny would be a good word!

Becklund works the zipper - am I up for this? — Becklund works the zipper

I went to see my friends Connie and Andy Taylor in Elk the day before we launched. I told Connie my tale of woe and she gave me the greatest pep talk. She told me to stand up. Then she tossed me an imaginary tennis ball and said, “Slow that down!” I went into tai chi mode, dropped my weight, and put out my hand. The imaginary tennis ball slowed down. “I know you know what I mean,” Connie said smiling. “Just slow everything down, the waves, everything. You can do it.”

All right, guys, here's what we're gonna do... — The test begins. All right, guys, here’s what we’re gonna do…

The first day when we embarked on the journey to our hidden spot I went into slow-mo. I don’t mean I was paddling slowly so much as focusing on my breath, my movements, the waves, my companions, willing everything to Just. Slow. Down. This helped, because when The Wave in the Cave happened I was calm, relaxed, and unafraid.

The rest of the time I continued in slow-mo. When everyone went paddling the next day I opted to stay on the beach and rest. I stayed on the beach the second day too. Jim gave me the job of setting up a target for our knife-throwing games and I slowly and thoughtfully put together a nice big target. It took a long time to find suitable boards and driftwood and construct the target but it was a fun project and when it was done someone said it was the best target they ever had. Mission accomplished!

The test wasn’t till day four of the retreat so I continued to conserve energy. When it came time to test I felt pretty good but I still slowed everything down. Jim wanted me to lead an expedition, so after clearing it with him I chose to make Cate my second-in-command. As I explained to the team, good leaders don’t lead alone – they gather the best people they can find to advise and assist. Since I didn’t really know the area and Cate knows it well, I intended to run my intentions by her before making final decisions. Jim wanted to check out pocket beaches for abalone shells, so I set our course and off we went. Michael had a minor incident with a reef, but as Jim said at the debriefing, it wasn’t my fault. It just added spice to the day and Deb got a great photo.

TR Michael Powers works the reef. Photo by Capt. Tortuga, captioned by Michael himself.

We landed on beaches, played with a blow hole and a pour over, messed around in some caves, and then returned to camp for lunch. I kept the group together, made sure everyone got on and off the beaches safely, and headed back when it was time. Cate was invaluable for her experience working with groups. It was probably the most boring test ever, but that’s how I wanted it. It’s not often things are that calm during a Tsunami Retreat and I was keeping Connie’s advice in mind.

After lunch it was time to perform a rescue. Jeff volunteered to be “victim”. Deb yelled, “Swimmer!” and there he was, swimming out to sea and scrambling onto a big offshore rock. I pulled my kayak down to the water, made a quick scan and launched. I paddled up to Jeff, who was doing a great imitation of a panicked paddler who’d lost his boat, and started trying to talk him off the rock. No dice. I paddled around the rock speaking calmly but he wouldn’t budge. I realized he was going to make me get drastic. We’d had a previous conversation about an incident back in the day when Eric had threatened to throw a stranded paddler off a rock and I knew Jeff was going to make me do that very thing.

I grabbed my paddle and hopped out of the boat, scrambled up onto the rock and one last time tried to talk Jeff into jumping into the water and swimming back to the beach. I even threatened him. Nope. So I punched him (lightly) in the jaw and body checked him and he fell into the water. I jumped in after him and started hauling him in to the beach. I had my arm over his chest so he started acting like I was choking him. Point taken. I grabbed onto his PFD instead and side stroked in, dragging the “unconscious” body and the paddle along.

Trigger! Rescue achieved - check! — Trigger! Rescue – check!

The coolest thing (aside from the fact I got to punch Jeff in the jaw) was that my kayak followed us in. Just like a little puppy dog, there she was, a few yards away, nose pointed toward the beach. I think it was Cate who said, “Just like Trigger!” Jeff finally “woke up” and went back to being his usual self and we swam over and corralled her. Now the Pacific Princess has a new name. Even cooler was the fact that in scrambling up the rock my dive knife had got scraped off my PFD. At first I thought I’d lost it for good, but there it was, lying right in the cockpit. Trigger had brought it home!

Hangin' with my buds... it doesn't get any better. — Fire with friends… it doesn’t get any better.

That night there was much rejoicing. Everyone said nice stuff and it felt so good. There’s nothing like being part of a team where everyone knows you, loves you, and forgives you for being a squirming hatch-blower. As Jim said, they know what I can do.

Thanks, guys, for including me and making me a Tsunami Ranger. It’s an honor and a privilege and I will be forever grateful! I love you all!