AJ |
Jul 7th, 1999 06:35 AM |
We went whale watching with the Boston Aquarium in 1997, on the last day of the season (October?). We bought tickets for the "captain's lounge", a small room just behind the bridge, with a window looking into the bridge. There was one other couple, plus a wildlife photographer in the lounge, and perhaps 200 people on the boat. <BR>The whale watching was spectacular, even according to the crew, and in fact it was so stupendous that the crew stayed out longer than normal. <BR> <BR>Suddenly, a black front appeared. In the midwest, we would have taken our family into the basement with a flashlight and radio. The storm hit suddenly and just nailed the boat. Most of the 200 or so people were in the bottom of the boat and were somewhat impervious to what was going on, but some were huddled on the exposed top just behind us. And we were in the fortunate position of being inside, but unfortunately could see what was happening on the bridge. There was significant alarm, calls back and forth with the Coast Guard, crew running around. I opened the door and it was like a hurricane. We were on the top of this large boat, mind you, and waves were crashing on our windows and in our doors. It got to the point where we looked for the life jackets, found just one in the lounge area. <BR> <BR>Two hours late, at around 9:00 p.m., we arrived in Boston. The captain talked to my husband and I, showing us his charts, and explaining that the waves were so fierce that he, fearing capsize, was forced to go back out to sea to ride it out. It was as "dicey" as he had ever seen it. <BR> <BR>This is not to scare you away from going whale-watching. It is a great experience. However, I gained a new appreciation for the sea, after seeing how such a civilized, casual event could turn into a near-tragic experience. <BR> <BR>
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