Cabo Pulmo was now only a mile away and would offer much better protection than here. We discussed our plan and decided to launch back into the mess and paddle around the point. If we didn't do it then we wouldn’t get to do it at all. I pushed Jason out and he crashed through the waves into the open swell where he waited for me. I had a difficult launch dropping off the wall, while a wave came in. I got sucked out with blood spilling down my arm, and we were both in the raging water. We paddled close together, but far enough away to avoid collision from breaking waves. I heard a yell about 2 hundred yards from the point and looked back. Jason had separated his shoulder on a high brace. Our run out was all cliff and rocks. He had no choice but to paddle. "Can you make it around the point?!" I yelled. He nodded and we pushed it around. Once around the point it was a calm protected bay. We landed our boats and I knew our trip was finished. We had about 60 miles to go and there was no way Jason could take another stroke without pain. It was Christmas Eve, and we had landed safely on the sand. I was not about to push our luck.

Overall I learned many lessons on this voyage. I had pushed Jason beyond his ability level, and he had suffered serious injury due to my bad judgement. However, Jason was very excited at the level he had achieved, and I assured him he was the strongest beginner I had ever taught. My last words to him about the trip were, "If I ever find out you paddled shit that big without someone very experienced I’ll hunt you down and kill you." I think he got the message, and so did I.