Mickey posted info below, but this is just what I wrote and sent in an email to mutual friends of Sage and I.   Feel free to correct me if I got any details wrong.   A HUGE thanks to everyone who helped out with the rescue, a double huge thanks to Jason (Jediquest) and Jared L ( BornToSurf) for their parts.

Background-  
This weekend was the annual Jalama Beach surf kayak gathering.   A few  
of us,
including Sage and I had surfed all day Friday, and had a great time.

  Saturday morning there were many more paddlers in the water, and most  
of us
headed down to the spot known as "Tarantulas". It's a good ways down  
from the
beach/campground, maybe 1/2 or 3/4 a mile, I'm not sure. It's a rocky  
reef, the
eroded extension of a point, that makes for some fun, long waves.  
Lefts tend
to be steep, fast and end in grim closeouts.   Rights tend to be steep  
and
fast, but with long shoulders and if you cut out at the right point a  
fairly
mellow paddle out through a deep water cove.  Super fun spot, but  
pretty
serious.  On the inside there are several exposed rocks, some wicked  
currents,
and nasty waves.  Getting caught far on the inside is something you  
notice, and
try to avoid.   Friday I ended up on the rocks in there, and cracked my  
boat
(not seriously).  
It wasn't super huge Saturday,smaller than Friday,  but the waves were  
still
pretty good size.   Most of the paddlers were sitting to the south of  
the main
peak. Which meant the waves were being ridden to the surfers right.  
Mine, and
I think most people, main technique involved waiting for a board surfer  
to blow
their takeoff, then hop on the wave and ride it in. It was pretty  
crowded in
the water, but people were telling others to take waves, and generally  
it was a
pretty mellow scene.  We'd only been out for a little bit when the  
accident
happened.  

Accident-

I was a little inside, I actually don't remember if I'd caught a wave,  
or
pulled off a wave, or why, but I was a bit inside.  I was paddling out.  
Just
to my right was Jason S., and to my left was another paddler (maybe  
Jared l.m
but I'm not sure) , a bit further away.  Sage was taking off on the  
wave that I
was trying to paddle out through.   When I saw Sage, he was pretty much  
right
in front of me, or a little to MY left.  I aimed to go to his left  
side,
assuming he'd go to the right on the wave.  Unfortunately, for whatever  
reason,
we ended up in the same spot, with Sage coming down a pretty good size  
wave.  
When I realized that a collision was imminent, I capsized  
(intentionally,
hoping it would just be boats that hit, not people) to my left.  
Unfortunately,
the bow of my boat struck Sage in the side.  

I rolled up, at this point I really didn't think it was big deal, it  
hadn't
felt like much of anything to me.   I was surprised to note that Sage  
wasn't
even attempting a roll, and I remember wondering if he'd dropped his  
paddle.  
He wet exited, and when he came to the surface, it was clear he was in  
intense
pain.   Since we were still in the surf zone, I knew we needed to get  
outside
quick.  I had Sage grab my cockpit and lie on my backdeck, and I  
paddled
outside the break as quickly as I could.   Someone (Chris R. or Rick S.  
???)
corralled his boat outside.  

Rescue-

Sage was in tons of pain, that was clear.   Jason S., who has  
Wilderness First
Responder certification, was trying to assess his condition, but it was  
clear
he was hurt badly.   We needed to get him back to the beach.  Taking an  
injured
person in at Tarantulas would be tough and dangerous, so we decided to  
put him
back in his boat.  Rick S., Jared L., Wayne W., Chris R.,Jason S.  and  
I worked
together, and Sage was back in his boat pretty quickly, but hurting and  
clearly
not able to paddle.   Jared's boat had short lengths of webbing for  
grab
points, and we were able to use that to tow Sage back to camp.  Jared  
(a 16
y.o.,  incredibly talented paddler) was a trooper, and towed Sage back  
quickly
and carefully.  I had trouble keeping up and I wasn't towing anybody.  

It was still going to be tricky.  At the campground,  waves come in and  
hit a
sandy shelf, creating a brutal shorepound.   The advantage here were,  
it was
camp, and the distance from "outside" the surf zone to the beach is  
much
shorter, but it was still going to be tricky.  Sage couldn't paddle his  
own
boat, so we John B. in to alert the ranger, then Jason S. and I paddled  
our
boats in, leaving Rick S. and Jared L. to watch after Sage.  Jason and  
I got
quickly out of boats, then swam out through the surf to where Sage,Rick  
and
Jared where. I had to dive under some pretty good size waves on the way  
out,
and was pretty nervous, but I'm a strong swimmer and have had some  
rescue
swimming practice. Even so, I knew getting Sage through the surf  
without
getting a beating was going to be tough.  

  Rick had put his PFD on Sage, and sage was out of the boat.   I  
instructed
Sage to lie on his back, I grabbed his PFD and began to tow him in. I  
tried my
best to time it to get him in between sets, and swam like hell, managed  
to only
really take one medium/small wave hit.  Helped Sage up to the Rangers  
Truck,
where he lied down and Jason did a preliminary exam.   It was clear a  
doctor
was needed.  

The Drive-  
As quickly as possibly, Jason and I got our things together, and put  
Sage in my
truck.  Jason was awesome to volunteer his day to help, especially  
since he had
the most First Aid training, so I stoked he was there.   We drove to  
Lompoc (an
ambulance was considered, but it's a remote enough spot that we figured  
we
could make the trip one way faster than the ambulance could make it  
both ways).
  Sage was in obvious pain, with shortness of breath and a bubbly  
feeling in
his gut.   It's a bit of a drive to the small town of Lompoc, once  
their, the
doctors did some CT scans, decided it was beyond their capabilities,  
and
arranged for a Transfer to Santa Barbara.  Once Sage was on the  
ambulance,
Jason and I left that hospital, and were getting a quick soda/bathroom  
stop,
when we saw Sage go by, full lights and sirens.  

The Hospital-  
After gathering up Sage's things, Jason and I went to Santa Barbara,  
waited
several hours.  Simone (Sage's Wife) arrived at some point, obviously  
worried,
but taking it well.   Sage had been taken straight into surgery, so no  
one
seemed to be able to tell her much about what was wrong.  After a FOUR  
hour
operation, the tired looking doctors came out, and gave us the rundown.

The injuries-

I don't think I can adequately describe them, but they are serious.  He  
has
three broken ribs, serious trauma to his lungs, and there was tons of  
internal
bleeding due to damage in his stomach, deuterium, spleen, etc. etc.  I
apologize for not having better info about the details here, I was  
pretty tired
at that point, and a lot of it went out of my head.  He spent last night on  
a
ventilator, but was taken off it this morning. I saw him around lunch  
time
today, he was drugged up, but in remarkably good spirits.  That said,  
he may
need more operations to fix the damage done, and regardless has a long  
recovery
period ahead of him.  

The hospital-  
He is going to be in the Hospital for about a week.  I'm sure he'd  
appreciate a
card or a phone call. Cards can be sent to

Patient Edward Thompson  
Santa Barbara Cottage Hospital
320 W Pueblo St
Santa Barbara, CA 93105

Phone Calls (remember to ask for Edward Thompson, his legal name)  
{805) 682-7111

Feel free to ask questions, although I've written most of what I  
remember.  
Geoff