@celia Speaking of young guys immune to risk, a mere 5 or so ago I regularly canoed at ice out, along, along the southern part of the rum river in Minnesota. It was normalized by the group I paddled with and learned from; For the most part they were expert canoers and took relatively few precautions other than a change of clothes in a dry bag. As such, being in my mid 20s I had a relatively casual attitude to cold water. I did wear a pfd but had splash gear and dry clothes at best.
I remember one time, probably the closest I’ve ever come to serious peril, where I was approaching a small island at a bend in the river about 5 miles upstream where we would rest for a few minutes turn around, in my Crozier J200 racing canoe. Where the current met after the island, I leaned the boat to show its butt to the oncoming current as the current was rather strong, which worked quite well until I hit the back eddy. With the wings on a racing boat like that, the downside wing was grabbed strongly by the back current and sent me towards a nearly assured capsize. Luckily I had 2 things that saved me from a potentially life threatening situation: 1, I lowered the seat 2.5”, which added loads of stability to an otherwise unruly boat and turned the moment of stability loss from a cliff to a steep hill, and 2, in warm water I practiced the hell out of bracing the summer before, getting water over the gunwale and saving myself (and sometimes not). This developed a solid, instinctual brace. In that moment I produced one of my greatest braces of all time, keeping me upright, but not by much. Had I flipped I was probably in for a 1-3 minute swim in 35* water needing to go only about 150’ to shore and make it into the nearby neighborhood and ask a stranger to use their house to warm up and change, but after more experience I cold water, I know it would have been quite perilous.
It was enough to scare the hell out of me, knowing how lucky I was that everything worked out, and left a lasting impression on me in regards to cold water preparation. Since then, particularly moving to CT on Long Island sound, forced me to get a dry suit and take cold water as seriously as it should be.
I twice capsized in the sound in my J200 both in nearly the same spot about 200 yards from shore in the middle of winter (because that’s when the good waves are rolling!) resulting in a 10 minute swim back to shore, but other than being out of breath, slightly bruising my pride, and once loosing a shoe, I was fine. It’s still scary to swim unexpectedly, but taking a moment to compose yourself, and knowing you’re fine for quite a while in the water was a good learning experience instead of dangerous.
Now in my mid 30s, I’d like to think I’ve learned a thing or two with relatively little harm to myself, but I have been lucky, not smart, on more than one occasion. Certainly, a close brush with disaster is a quick teacher. Unfortunately not everyone is lucky and gets to learn from their mistake. I am moving to costal California in 2 weeks and will have to reset my paddling skill assessment for a different set of waters. Now I will have to resist the urge to go out on big days in my surfski until I learn the area and understand what I don’t yet know, as the first stage of Conscious Competence is the most dangerous. Luckily there is a good paddling group in the Area that can show me along the way.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_stages_of_competence