There was a party on a beach near Point Reyes. There were a bunch of Trident people there, though I think it might have been Terry’s chef/friend Joaquin who threw the party, (he would collect mussels at low tide, and use them in the Paella he cooked right on the beach). It had been a windy day, and the waves were quite choppy. Terry however, jumped in to someone’s kayak, and started paddling around. After a little while, we noticed that Terry was waving to us. It became apparent, as he kept going further and further out, that he was caught in a rip current, and couldn’t get back in. Someone (it might have been Richard) hiked back up to find a payphone to call police. The Coast Guard came down, and said it was too dangerous to go out in their zodiac, so they radioed out to a big tanker off shore. It seems it was a Turkish ship, and no one spoke English. They did eventually get the message, and plucked a shivering Terry out of the channel, and dropped him off at Treasure Island after they docked, sometime the next day. What a story he had to tell. There were certainly angels watching over Terry Lawson that day, as I am sure they are now.
Teren and Terry 1974 North Beach Photo Fair