Whale watching. An activity I have a love-hate relationship with.
Long ago, actually eons ago, I went whale watching with my parents. This was probably in the mid-1980s, when we’d come to Massachusetts on summer vacations for the “nature.” We went on a little whale watching trip off the Cape. I honestly don’t remember how many whales we saw that day, but I do remember getting ridiculously sea sick. My mom told me not to go inside of the boat but I did anyway and got incredibly sea sick. After that experience, I think I didn’t go whale watching for another 20 years or something.
I went whale watching in 2014 and we saw a lot of whales. And I went today again. Today did not portend well. It was raining and I was late with my little charges. Its Saturday and even this honey badger needs sleep, so I kinda overslept, Starbucks kinda took a long time in getting my coffee and the green line was kinda slow.
Then we got on the ship. It was cold and rainy outside and inside, again, made me kinda seasick. Kinda really seasick.
Then we go out into the open sea and the animals took over. The animals really put on a show for us today. I’ve never seen such a thing before. There were so many of those whales and they were popping up left and right. There is something really wonderful about seeing whales out in the open sea, animals in general in their natural habitat.
In the end, I kind of forgot about all of my sea sickness. Ok let’s look at that them there whales: