The first time I ventured onto the ocean was as a newlywed. My husband’s grandparents had a fishing boat and they frequently went salmon fishing off the Oregon coast. The first day the ocean was smooth as glass. I remember thinking that those folks who complained about getting sea sick must be a bunch of babies. I couldn’t fathom what they were talking about.
The next day the ocean was rougher than a 5:00 shadow. I remember being in control until that moment when I went below to relieve myself. My stomach heaved and my head instantly began to ache. I thought I was going to die. Thankfully the Coast Guard closed the bar AFTER we got back to dock. A good thing too, because I think I would have died if I had to stay out there any longer than I had to.
This past April I reluctantly agreed to go on a bottom fishing trip with my husband, future daughter-in-law, her sister, her father and two of my sons. The morning was beautiful, a tad bit chilly. I remember feeling that adrenaline rush as the boat engine revved up and started heading toward open water. Newport looks so different from the deck of a boat. As soon as we headed below the bridge, through the bar and onto the ocean I felt so liberated. It took a bit before I found my sea legs and the rhythm of the rocking boat and waves.
“I’m on the Ocean!” I remember feeling the wind on my face, the smell of diesel, the rumble of the engine and my death grip on the railing while I did my best to avoid thinking about my head and stomach. I don’t recall how many fish I caught. It is definitely different than lake fishing where I can drop my line, pick up my book and read while I wait for a bite. Instead, I had to let out tons of line and slowly reel.
At some point I had to relieve myself. I tried and tried to postpone but I wasn’t going to make it. The moment I went below I became nauseous and sick to my stomach. I toughed it out for the rest of the trip, but I sure hated everything. Unfortunately, the Dramamine never kicked in. Needless to say, I was very relieved to get back to the dock.
I loved this blue rockfish; his color was so vibrant and bright. Even the fillets we got off of him were lightly tinged blue. All in all, it was a fun trip with wonderful people. It’s good to get out of the studio.