"26 miles across the sea, Santa Catalina is a-waitin for me"...
My senior year in high school.
One of the big graduation parties was a trip by boat across the southern California ocean waters to Catalina Island. It was exciting and we were all dressed up and ready for fun.
Then that southern California wind began to blow...
By the time we were 5 or 6 miles into the journey, this high school senior was hanging her head over the rails and seasick became a new word in my vocabulary.
I had the 'big hairdo' all sprayed into place, and the ocean spray took charge, my hair fell and my spirits fell even further, not to mention my stomach, which by now was empty.
What a trip.
When we finally arrived and walked onto the beach, I was green. I sat on the sand for that long dreary day, hair wet and hanging, and too sick to even care.
I'm trying to find a moral to this story. I always love it when I spot a good lesson in something. I don't think I learned anything except that choppy sea water is not my thing. Maybe I ruled out a life at sea, even with my Viking genes! There may not have been a point to this story, but it's as sharp in my mind as last week, so it definitely made an impression.
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