jbnbsn99
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Day 7: Sea Sickness and Claustrophobia
One of the most anticipated events on the trip for me was a whale watching trip out of San Diego. We had found a GroupOn for a 4 hour trip to the 9 Mile Bank off the coast: a hotspot for whales and pelagic birds. I was excited at the prospect. One of the items on my bucket list is to see a Blue Whale. I was hoping to tick it off the list.
We arrived at the marina well early and dosed up on Dramamine, as we both are known to get motion sickness. I start an inland bird checklist and wait until we can board the boat. We board and start out on adventure.
As we pass a pier, there are tons of cormorants sitting there; including several Brandt’s, a new species for both of us. At the end of the pier is a group of California Sea Lions: lifer mammal.
The ocean is choppy and throws us about. Things might get bad. My head is spinning, but not too bad. Mstickmanp looks worse than I. He sits on the chairs at the back of the boat.
Thirty minutes into the voyage, we start to head back in. What’s going on? Turns out a stupid lady has fallen down the stairs in the cabin she was explicitly told not to go near. She’s injured her ankle. We have to go get paramedics.
Thirty more minutes back into the dock.
An hour wasted.
We get to the paramedic station. She’s fine, but the company can’t have her on board anymore, so back to the departure point. Thirty more minutes.
Then thirty more minutes out to the original point.
Two hours wasted out of the total four hours. We won’t make it to Nine Mile Bank. No pelagic birds.
I take that back. I was able to get two sea birds, an Elegant Tern and a Sooty Shearwater. Not the numbers I was looking for, but I won’t complain.
Yes I will.
No whales either. We got a total of 60 common dolphins. These are probably the Short-Nosed Commons, but the “naturalist” probably didn’t know about the species split. These are expected on every outing. I wanted something less mundane. Sure, I hadn't seen this species before, but it is no Blue Whale. Or Humpback Whale. Or Fin Whale. Or Minke Whale. Or any of the other expected species.
The whale watching trip is a total bust.
Well, they did feed us. Hot dogs wrapped in bacon. I won’t complain about that. As I was the only one on the trip who didn’t get sea sick, I got to eat the extra that the other passengers couldn’t stomach.
I’m not happy, and mstickmanp is queasy.
We then head to La Jolla where we can supposedly get a good on-shore look at some sea birds. What I didn’t know, is La Jolla is the playground for San Diego’s beautiful people. I’ve never felt so unattractive.
And then my claustrophobia hits. I don’t do well in crowds. Not in the least. It has to do with crowding around my shoulders and having people directly behind me with no way to back up. My patience is gone. I begin to lose it.
At this point, I apologize to mstickmanp for being so pissy at La Jolla. Couldn’t help it. Too many people around. South California is too crowded.
We are able to get a good look at some playful harbor seals and we can pick out a Pelagic Cormorant on a rock, but I can’t take it anymore. I need out.
Let’s go to Starbucks.
I needed caffeine and quiet and a nice comfy chair.
Oh, and cookies.
And maybe cake.
Ah, I start to relax. We drive back to the camp grounds (slightly different site that night without a hint of the nuclear boobs in sight). Tomorrow would be better.
One of the most anticipated events on the trip for me was a whale watching trip out of San Diego. We had found a GroupOn for a 4 hour trip to the 9 Mile Bank off the coast: a hotspot for whales and pelagic birds. I was excited at the prospect. One of the items on my bucket list is to see a Blue Whale. I was hoping to tick it off the list.
We arrived at the marina well early and dosed up on Dramamine, as we both are known to get motion sickness. I start an inland bird checklist and wait until we can board the boat. We board and start out on adventure.
As we pass a pier, there are tons of cormorants sitting there; including several Brandt’s, a new species for both of us. At the end of the pier is a group of California Sea Lions: lifer mammal.
The ocean is choppy and throws us about. Things might get bad. My head is spinning, but not too bad. Mstickmanp looks worse than I. He sits on the chairs at the back of the boat.
Thirty minutes into the voyage, we start to head back in. What’s going on? Turns out a stupid lady has fallen down the stairs in the cabin she was explicitly told not to go near. She’s injured her ankle. We have to go get paramedics.
Thirty more minutes back into the dock.
An hour wasted.
We get to the paramedic station. She’s fine, but the company can’t have her on board anymore, so back to the departure point. Thirty more minutes.
Then thirty more minutes out to the original point.
Two hours wasted out of the total four hours. We won’t make it to Nine Mile Bank. No pelagic birds.
I take that back. I was able to get two sea birds, an Elegant Tern and a Sooty Shearwater. Not the numbers I was looking for, but I won’t complain.
Yes I will.
No whales either. We got a total of 60 common dolphins. These are probably the Short-Nosed Commons, but the “naturalist” probably didn’t know about the species split. These are expected on every outing. I wanted something less mundane. Sure, I hadn't seen this species before, but it is no Blue Whale. Or Humpback Whale. Or Fin Whale. Or Minke Whale. Or any of the other expected species.
The whale watching trip is a total bust.
Well, they did feed us. Hot dogs wrapped in bacon. I won’t complain about that. As I was the only one on the trip who didn’t get sea sick, I got to eat the extra that the other passengers couldn’t stomach.
I’m not happy, and mstickmanp is queasy.
We then head to La Jolla where we can supposedly get a good on-shore look at some sea birds. What I didn’t know, is La Jolla is the playground for San Diego’s beautiful people. I’ve never felt so unattractive.
And then my claustrophobia hits. I don’t do well in crowds. Not in the least. It has to do with crowding around my shoulders and having people directly behind me with no way to back up. My patience is gone. I begin to lose it.
At this point, I apologize to mstickmanp for being so pissy at La Jolla. Couldn’t help it. Too many people around. South California is too crowded.
We are able to get a good look at some playful harbor seals and we can pick out a Pelagic Cormorant on a rock, but I can’t take it anymore. I need out.
Let’s go to Starbucks.
I needed caffeine and quiet and a nice comfy chair.
Oh, and cookies.
And maybe cake.
Ah, I start to relax. We drive back to the camp grounds (slightly different site that night without a hint of the nuclear boobs in sight). Tomorrow would be better.