Friday, August 24, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Looking for a whale watch that requires less travel time, offers the most comfortable ride available and gives you more time viewing some of the world's most fascinating and magnificent creatures? Look no further!
Yes, yes, yes! That's just what we were looking for! Quick, comfortable, fascinating! Yes! How lucky we felt that the cost was included in our GoBoston Card price.
There was a little nip in the breeze when we first boarded the catamaran, so we chose an inside table on the first floor. It was also easier with the stroller and five children. As we positioned ourselves and our stuff, I mentioned that it would be nice if the windows opened. Keep that thought in mind for later. The older three and I went out the door to the front of the boat to experience the frigid wind in our faces as we flew across the ocean. I literally thought my earrings were going to rip out of my ears. I ended up putting the hood of my sweatshirt on. We quickly realized that we were not dressed for this, but we weren't about to lose our good spots up front where we would have prime viewing of the whales. This whole thought process seems ludicrous now!
I ran--well not really ran, more like got slammed back and forth until I landed--back inside to check on Kelly and the two smaller kids after we started, and everything seemed fine with them. Notice the winning smiles.
Brooke told me that she wasn't feeling well. I went inside to find Kelly. She was by the door at the back of the boat with Kenzie--not a good sign. That meant that Nate was sleeping unattended at the table with all of our stuff. She looked really, really green. I got her some ginger ale. I took Kenzie and tried to make my way back to the front of the boat without falling. Brooke vomited somewhere and felt better. Shiny silver bags were handed out free of charge.
Kelly went outside the back of the boat and sat on the floor with other sick people. I realized why the windows did not open and was so thankful. Brooke threw up a second time and felt better again. I don't know where--probably not the bathroom. Tessa started to feel ill. Nate woke up. Kenzie fell asleep on my lap. Brooke got the chills and I had to sit with my legs over her while holding Kenzie to try to warm her up. I drank ginger ale. I asked the crew how I was supposed to take care of five children on a boat that everyone was barfing on. One mentioned that maybe I shouldn't have brought five children on a boat. Thank you, but I was already aware of the fact that hindsight is 20/20 and that their advertising did not mention shiny silver bags. My grandchildren took turns taking my photo. Ross had a great time and never felt ill.
I almost forgot to mention the whales. By now you may have guessed that I had lost our prime spot on the front of the boat. I also did not care a flip about seeing a whale. I did hear the professional reasearcher from the Whale Center of New England exclaim rather loudly when several whales breached. She then went on to tell us how lucky we were to see such a sight since it happened so infrequently. I exclaimed rather loudly also how lucky we were to experience so much barf and see a whale breach all in the same day! Lucky. That's us.
Fortunately, once we arrived at our destination at over an hour into the trip, the boat slowed down and most felt better. That was not to be Kelly's fate. She never did get up from the floor. One lady who shared her space managed to get up to see a whale and then told her, "It was great, but I wouldn't advise it." The captain was kind enough to keep spinning the boat around in the direction of the whales so that all had a chance to see them. That was fun. Tessa, Brooke, and Ross ran back and forth for the sightings, but Nate could have cared less. I saw a few, but had a hard time looking out the window with all the yuck on it. I got no photos since I wouldn't trust the children with my camera outside, and I mentioned already that the view through the window was not that great.
I bought the children hot chocolate to warm them. It was a much smoother ride on the way back, and most folks slept. Kelly kept her head in a bag and was probably the last passenger off the ship. As soon as we hit the end of the dock she filled her bag. And then again. And then we all but dragged her back to the car which meant I had to navigate my way out of Boston, back to our hotel, with little help from her. More fun. She rallied the next morning and was almost back to normal by noon. My advice: Go visit Shamu if you want to see a whale.