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I'm on a boat!


Kris has been talking about going on a sailing cruise for a while now. Not a short cruise in the hahbah (that's "harbor" if you don't read Bostonian), but a couple week long cruise on a working boat of some sort. Not a seriously hard working boat, but rather a boat where the passengers were expected to help with the sails and the cooking and the cleaning and the general boat upkeep.

When he talks about the cruise, I think of the way Pete Fenner used to talk about his retirement, how he wanted to hop into a boat and sail around the world. I also think of how Nancy wanted nothing to do with it, because, really, I have no desire to head out on a boat.

I'm a mountain girl, not an ocean girl.


But, he's been talking about it, finding cruises he's interested in going on, checking out the itineraries, the ports of call, the prices.

When Kris gets this serious about something, he's going to do it. I did the best thing I could do given my lack of desire to go.

I invited Andy.

Andy seemed initially hestitant, but decided that he's in, if he and Kris could pretend to be a couple, because, really, two white guys from San Francisco? Everyone would assume they were an item anyway. When Andy told me his logic, I tried to refute it. When he said he'd bring his Speedo, I gave up.

The only known snag in this plan is the last boat trip Kris went on. We went snorkeling as Bharat and Jen and maybe Ben and Lisa went scuba diving. Kris swallowed a bunch of salt water when his mask slipped off, and ended up feeding the fishes later on the boat. He had never been seasick before that, and it was time to find out if that trip was a fluke, or if his plans of a two week cruise would need to be smashed.

Today, we were heading out on the water, for a two hour tour, a two hour tour. I was prepared with my hat, which stayed on my head all the way until the boat left the pier, which is to say, not long at all.

Still on dry land

Before we left the dock, we were told all about the booms and the sails and how when the booms are released, everyone ducks, lest you be smashed in the head with a swinging one. I chose to lie down on the top of one of the cabins, looking up at the booms. The captain was a little puzzled by my choice of seating, but seemed okay with my place once he realized I was going to lie down as the sails went up.

I mean, hello, awesome view!

Looking up into the sails

Most everyone else sat with the captain. I can't say I blame them. I mean, warm blankets, comfy seats and entertaining stories? So much better than sitting on the deck.


Or jumping around putting up sails.






So, I'm not a boat person. I'll go on the boat. I'll hang on tight. Until I get used to it, though, I'm a wreck. Ha, ha, no, not a shipwreck.

I am, however, fortunate that seasickness is not a problem for me. I mean, anyone who can read a book in the back seat of a car that's winding up 9 on the way to Santa Cruz does NOT have to worry about seasickness.

At all.

Doesn't mean the rest of it is completely enjoyable.

Fortunately, some of it was. Okay, a lot of it was. Once I released my deathgrip on the rigging, I was nominally fine. I kept thinking, yes, this is the human condition that makes us so powerfully capable and so devastatingly fragile: we can get used to anything. Including moving quickly along the surface at a 30° angle, thinking, wow, it would be really easy to fall in here.

Despite the angle of the boat, I did go to the bathroom in the boat. I mean, how many times do you get the chance to pee sitting at a 30° angle with your back to the ocean just below your ass? Really? How many times?



We went out for an hour, went past a number of small islands, some inhabited by seals, some not, some inhabited by people, some not, some owned, some not. We listened to stories from the captain, too. He told us about his grandfather's heading out from Maine to walk to Canada when he (his grandfather) was twelve, and his (his grandfather's) mother saying, "Fine, but be back by school.". He told us about the ice industry at the beginning of the last century, and how it enabled Maine to have a winter income for decades. He told us about the few times when he tried to tell his corporate clients that no, they didn't need to provide three lobsters for each of the 40 guests, that two would suffice, then going home in the evening with 50 lobsters, and overeating on lobster for the next two weeks.




It was a good boat ride. And, I get to write "I'm on a boat!"

Now, if Kris would just stop singing that damn song.

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