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Yesterday was the first time the water was really a little rough. Sky was all cloudy, wind was blowing, water was cold and a bit choppy, and by a bit, I mean a little more than a bit but not yet at a lot. And of course this was one of the stations with a long ride out to it. We slammed along through the waves, anyway!
I made a lot of friends.
Here is approximately (DRAWN IN PAINT OKAY) how the supplies in the boat were set up when we left:
( IMAGE! )
And here is how things were when we arrived!
( ANOTHER IMAGE! )
EVEN THE HOSE. It had been sufficiently jostled and had unwound itself and started creeping out of the hole it gets stuffed into! I had one foot on the plastic box and the other wedged between the tub with the anchor and the blue crate. It was awkward. Not as bad as it could have been, though, because the wind wasn't blowing water from the waves into the boat (most of the time). Got pretty good at reading the wave patterns and knowing when to shift my weight around so that I didn't get completely rattled, too, and aside from being tired when I got back (which, you know, is about the norm these days), I felt fine, so I thought nothing of it.
I woke up this morning, though, and my bones just HURT. I could not for the life of me figure out why (I know, kind of sad, but it was still too early). Then we got in the boat again and puttered off and hit a wave and OH RIGHT THIS IS WHY MY SPINE AND ISCHIUM FEEL LIKE THEY'VE BEEN SMASHED TO LITTLE BITS.
Today the water was a little smoother, at least! Though at our first station, we stopped and turned just right so a wave came crashing over the side and completely soaked me. It was warm and sunny, though, so I dried fast.
Also, my current greatest fear is that one day we'll hit a rough spot just right and the anchor will come flying out of its tub (that's happened already, actually, if you interpret flying as, it fell out) and smash me in the knees or the face or something (that part, of course, has not). I do not really know where this comes from. I don't regard the anchor as malevolent or bitter, I just assume it is going to attack me for some bizarre reason.
I made a lot of friends.
Here is approximately (DRAWN IN PAINT OKAY) how the supplies in the boat were set up when we left:
( IMAGE! )
And here is how things were when we arrived!
( ANOTHER IMAGE! )
EVEN THE HOSE. It had been sufficiently jostled and had unwound itself and started creeping out of the hole it gets stuffed into! I had one foot on the plastic box and the other wedged between the tub with the anchor and the blue crate. It was awkward. Not as bad as it could have been, though, because the wind wasn't blowing water from the waves into the boat (most of the time). Got pretty good at reading the wave patterns and knowing when to shift my weight around so that I didn't get completely rattled, too, and aside from being tired when I got back (which, you know, is about the norm these days), I felt fine, so I thought nothing of it.
I woke up this morning, though, and my bones just HURT. I could not for the life of me figure out why (I know, kind of sad, but it was still too early). Then we got in the boat again and puttered off and hit a wave and OH RIGHT THIS IS WHY MY SPINE AND ISCHIUM FEEL LIKE THEY'VE BEEN SMASHED TO LITTLE BITS.
Today the water was a little smoother, at least! Though at our first station, we stopped and turned just right so a wave came crashing over the side and completely soaked me. It was warm and sunny, though, so I dried fast.
Also, my current greatest fear is that one day we'll hit a rough spot just right and the anchor will come flying out of its tub (that's happened already, actually, if you interpret flying as, it fell out) and smash me in the knees or the face or something (that part, of course, has not). I do not really know where this comes from. I don't regard the anchor as malevolent or bitter, I just assume it is going to attack me for some bizarre reason.
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