I had to get up. Sitting sandwiched on the seat in the cabin was not helping my lurching stomach. On the way to the bathroom I asked the captain, theoretically, what helps seasickness? He told me not to go into the bathroom.
"Eat the ginger snaps above the toilet."
No thanks.
"Stare out to the horizon."
I cant see it.
"Dont think about it."
Right. Aye aye Cap'n.
It's a terrible feeling, falling sick and realizing the cure is speeding away behind you. No matter how much you heave and hurl Aunt Lyn's banana bread, the boat is not going back for 5 more hours. Many stomachs turned inside out that morning. Not even my nostrils escaped the burn of stomach fluids and hour old breakfast. Fortunately, after 2 hours, a turn at the trashcan, and a dramamine, I was able to catch 4 halibut, keeping 2. I baked fresh filets tonight for dinner. More than the creamy color of the fish and the fresh flavor of the halibut, the pleasure of catching my dinner wholly satisfied. I had hoped that I would leave Alaska with an acquired taste for fish. Now I think I will leave Alaska with an acquired taste for fresh fish. In other words, I will continue to order chicken when fish is offered at restaurants in the lower 48.
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| We camped with our 3 BP Intern friends on the Spit. |
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| Took a boat out of Homer for the halibut. |
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