We got out, somewhat shaken but all right. Our kayaks had been thrown from the rear of the truck. An aspen branch had punctured the tire, and it was no longer pointed at the front of the truck. It looked like the bed had shifted about 4 inches to the left as well. We weren't driving home.
We hitchhiked to the take-out and met up with our friend Kevin. The rest of the morning was filled with dealing with cops and AAA reps. And building a snowman while Preston talked with those guys. No kayaking for us, though we may try it again tomorrow.
The rest of the weekend went measurably better. Saturday was basically eating and drinking for the duration; up early to try and catch the REI garage sale, dim sum, then brewing beer and eating cow, then beers at falling rock (Dogfish Head 90 minute on tap, mmmm) and then roller derby. Good times.