All I could envision was my body flung over the side of a fishing vessel, throwing up into the water as we bobbed up and down in the ocean. I had read all about pelagic trips where you go out into the ocean looking for sea birds and I heard more stories about the sea sickness than I had about any particular birds people would find. I’m such an inexperienced birder and a slow hiker, both of which can be annoying to more savvy birders, but I had no idea how I’d do on a pelagic trip. I didn’t need “throwing up” added to my list of reasons for people to not go birding with me.
Steve wasn’t new to pelagic trips, but he hadn’t been to the one out of Monterey Bay and he’d been not-so-subtly hinting at it ever since we married ten years ago. I kept putting it…
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