Last edited by LHS; 07-26-2015 at 03:58 PM.
This method might work for something.
I ended up just tossing my fanny pack in the dry bag, and carabinering to the kayak's tie down straps. As you will see, this was a good choice.
Adventure!
Today we took out some rental kayaks and paddled around the shoreline. I was in a solo kayak, wife and boy in a tandem. The solo kayak was narrow and had little back support, so I hated it. After we got to a canyon, we floated in the lake and ate lunch, and switched boats.
Unfortunately, there was apparently a crack in the tandem kayak, just above the waterline. My fat ass put it below the new waterline. So, after the boy and I got about fifty yards from shore, I noticed we were sinking. Quickly. The two of us abandoned ship, but were able to flip the kayak back upright. I boosted the boy back inside, but there was no way I was going to be getting back in. Also fortunately, I had put my pistol, phone, wallet and rental papers in the dry bag, and clipped that onto the tie down bungies, so they were fine.
We spent the next two and a half hours with me floating in the lake while holding on to the bow of the stricken kayak and the stern of the good one, and my wife towed us back to the marina. The boy paddled the whole time, and while it didn't help much with propulsion, it made him feel better. When we finally got back to the marina, I beached the cracked boat on the launch ramp while wife went to return the good kayak. Soon, a recovery barge came and picked us up and to us to the docks.
Everyone on the staff was very apologetic and seemed confused that we were all laughing about it. They expected us to be upset, apparently, but it was a fun interlude. Nobody got hurt, nothing got lost except one piece of shade cloth that I had had lying on my feet, and it gave us a story for posterity. We told them we'd be back tomorrow morning for another go.
My prediction that this would be akin to the Griswolds going boating was proven correct