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Originally Posted by
kwiteaboy 
The ripcurrents on the Oregon coast are pretty strong. My brother and I (both competitive swimmers all our lives at an All-American level) were dicking around in the ocean in Seaside, OR on vacation with our friend one day. The waves started picking up, so she swam back in, but my brother and I kept swimming out. Eventually, we got tired and decided to turn back in. We swam toward shore for awhile before we realized we were actually getting farther away AND pretty exhausted. By this time, a crowd is gathering on the shore, just staring out at us. We're about 15 feet away from each other and start shouting encouragement back and forth, but things are looking kind of bad for us. A few minutes later, a guy on a surfboard floats out next to us and asks if we need help. My brother says, (gasping for breath), "No thanks, I'm good." So the surfer floats there for another minute, watching my brother struggle, until he finally asks for help. He's pulled up onto the board by the guy (who by now I've realized is a surf lifeguard and not just a friendly dude) and they start paddling back in. A minute later, another lifeguard pulls me onto his board and we head in. We thanked the guys and just laid on our backs on the beach while several of the people who had been watching come over with tears in their eyes to tell us how glad they are that we didn't drown.
While we were in the water, neither one of us realized how close we had come to dying, but we were probably five minutes away from just giving up and being sucked under. Seaside is one of the few beaches along that coast that is guarded, so it's pretty lucky that that's where we decided to almost drown.
Similar to this. Very big waves, unusual for my regular beach -- 20 ft on average, 25 when they really kicked. Went out thinking it would be cool, could always crest and beat the ones I didn't want to ride. Well, it was hell just paddling into them. Missed several, was pounded straight into the sand. Leash tore, lost board. Tried to come in but could not beat the waves, they would smash me and pull be back out (reverse Michael Corleone). Rip was carring me east and south at a pretty good clip. My dad eventually noticed that there was a problem and told the lifeguard. The lifeguard said "Oh, he looks like he's having a good time." Dad said he didn't think so. He tried to get me himself and failed. Then finally the lifeguard, when it was apparent that I was getting alarmingly close to the yacht harbor breakwater and would be dashed against the rocks in short order, went out on a 10' long board and pulled me out.