“[It was] because of the turbulence at the end of the jetty and the fact that I couldn’t cross that rip current again,” said Baker.
Baker had been surfing for over 40 years. He’s a former Coast Guard man who knows the water. He also used to organize rescues.
But on Friday, he needed one of those rescues himself.
“I left here about 10:30 Thursday morning got down to Surfside around noon,” said Baker.
Baker had driven from his Woodlands home to Surfside hoping to catch some good waves, but he quickly found himself in an area by the jetties and he couldn’t get out.
“I paddled for about an hour and it was very obvious I wasn’t making any headway,” said Baker.
Baker says the currents kept pushing him away from shore. At about 4 p.m., he saw a boat from a rig pass by but the crew didn’t see him in the water.
By 8 p.m., it started getting dark and he was worried about hypothermia. He had a wet suit on and he kept paddling on his surf board to keep his core temperature up.
At 10 p.m., he spotted an oil rig. He was now about 10 miles from shore and estimated the rig was about four miles away.
He started counting his strokes. He would paddle 30 times; then rest for a minute before starting the process again. Each hour he increased his strokes to stay warm — paddling 40 times, then 50 times before allowing himself to rest for a minute in between.
“I knew a helicopter would be out there at first light. I knew I had to survive the night, and if I could, in order to save myself, I had to get to the rig,” said Baker.
By 2 a.m., Baker reached the rig. He found a rope to hang on to and when the water surged, he used it get as high as possible onto a nearby ladder.
Then he had to climb up the rig.
“By that time, I realized how tired I was,” said Baker.
After climbing into the rig, he climbed a flight of stairs and finally reached a door that he thought was locked. He banged on the door calling for help. No one answered.
“I just happened to pull on the knob and opened it,” Baker said, his voice cracking with emotion. By that time, it had been 14 hours since he first started out and it was only then that he knew he had reached safety.
Two men were on the rig and heard Baker come in. They gave him food, a place to warm up and a phone to call his wife of 30 years, Geneva Baker.
Geneva had alerted authorities when Baker hadn’t come home and the Coast Guard was out looking for him. Finally, around 2:30 a.m., her phone rang.
“She answers her cell phone and I said are you looking for me?” said Baker.
“And I went, ‘John where are you?’ I thought he was washed up on a beach somewhere half way to Galveston,” said Baker’s wife.
Then this former Coast Guard man made one last strategic decision. He decided not to leave the rig that night, despite the offer from the Coast Guard to pick him up.
“The Coast Guard goes out when your life’s at risk,” Baker said. “I told them to take those guys home. Call it a day. I’ll make arrangements in the morning.”
“When the Coast Guard called me back and said that he had opted not to come off, I said, ‘What?’” said Geneva Baker, laughing at the memory.
But when the Coast Guard explained to her that John was worried about their safety at night she said, “That sounds just like John. That’s something he would say.”
John does have one regret. He left his surf board at sea to climb the rig.
“I sure miss that board. If someone finds it, I wouldn’t mind having it back.”
Despite his ordeal, Baker says he can’t wait to hit the surf again.