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Missing the boat

Updated: Jul 27, 2019

Ever since I was a little girl, more than two hours on a boat and I would get sea sick - listless, dizzy and disoriented. Now if that isn't a bummer, right?


I could barely make it on the Long Island ferry -Greenport to New London - to Connecticut within the one hour and three-fourths time limit, and most of that I stood out on the deck taking in fresh air counting the seconds. That's pretty bad when you grow up on the eastern end of the Island and the fastest way off is by water. Believe it or not, those Sound waters can stir up quite high waves on a rough day, and I dreaded those trips the most of all.


You might say I went into denial and made every effort when opportunities came in adulthood. I was told by the hardiest of souls that seasickness happens to everyone once in awhile. That's not how it worked with me.

The best way to visit the Inner Passage in Alaska is by boat.


Coming back to Maine after a trip to Nova Scotia on the overnight ferry left me huddled in the corner while the rest of my pals ate and gambled the time away. Cruises to the Caribbean and in the Sea of Alaska have done me in, too. Once I hit land, my body quickly readjusted.


My entire lifetime I have searched for something to help me. I've tried patches, bracelets and every latest medication from the doctor. I have used ginger pills and acupuncture to no avail.


I've given up. I wish everyone well that can have the opportunity without the angst, and I'll stick to flying - I've experienced a flight instructor putting me in spins and flying upside down, too, and I loved the thrill - or driving which suits me just fine.



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