By FRNash/PHX, AZ (Frnash) on Thursday, September 8, 2011 - 07:58 pm:
Seasickness? How about "Landsickness"?
In the late 1960s, while I was serving in the U.S. Army at Sixth U.S. Army Headquarters, Presidio of San Francisco, and living in San Rafael, CA, my folks flew out to visit, and dad was eager to do some tuna fishing. I wasn't too thrilled at the prospect — not at all, in fact. But OK, just for my dad.
We set out on a chartered fishing boat from Sausalito, CA at some ungodly hour in the early morning, and spent perhaps four hours heading out through the Golden Gate to near the Farallon Islands, probably 35-40 miles each way.
On the way out, I spent the time stretched out and sunning on the foredeck. After reaching the target fishing area, the fishing began. In spite of my lack of enthusiasm for the whole fishing thing, I did participate.
Well don't you know, I won the prize ($$$) for the first catch, as well as the biggest fish, and most fish for the day! And I wasn't trying. (Maybe that's the secret?) <grin>
After perhaps four hours of fishing, we headed back in, while I stretched out on the foredeck for a 'nuther four hours of sunning. We finally tied up at the dock in Sausalito.
During the entire twelve hours at sea in remarkably calm seas, I never experienced the slightest bit of seasickness. But oboy, after tying up at the dock, I got seriously landsick! (?)
By the time we got back to the apartment in San Rafael, the earth was still gently bobbing and swaying, and I lost my lunch.
Huh? Landsickness? Is that a problem for mariners?
By eugenia r. thompson (Ert) on Thursday, September 8, 2011 - 09:07 pm:
Just reading about sea- and landsickness has made me motion-sick. As a child, I didn't have it at all. It has gotten worse and worse as I have aged.
But I still want to take that day trip on the Island Queen V! (I would have a patch behind my ear and a band on my wrist!)