Post 53: Le Mal de Mere

~Jen~

I daydreamed about buying a sailboat before I’d ever stepped foot on a monohull. There was just something in my bones that told me that my nomadic tour leader lifestyle, which had me crisscrossing the country and living out of the back of a van, would translate well to living small on the water. In fact, it was more than a dream, it was the goal, the next step, what I was going to do with my life once I finally traded in my life on the road.

Then, while JD and I were on a whale watching tour way up in Nova Scotia, off the coast of Cape Breton Island, I watched my sailing dreams get hurled over the side of the boat along with my breakfast.

What the f*ck?

 

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JD – Not a Puker

Up until that time, I had no idea that I was prone to le mal de mere. Maybe it was a fluke? I wasn’t going to let a little vomit get in the way of my dreams. I figured, I’d either get my sea legs or I’d lose a little weight. It was time to put on my big girl PFD and go for it.

Well, a fluke it was not. Now that we have our own sailboat, I’ve had quite a bit of time to experiment with this notion. Inside the Bay, no problemo. Leaving the Golden Gate, I’m at a 50% puke rate, especially if I step foot belowdecks. So, I’ve been searching for a remedy. Lord Horatio Nelson is rumored to have said, “The best cure for seasickness is to sit under a tree.” Well, that just doesn’t quite cut it for me.

 

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Motorsailing back to the Gate – Jib out, motor on.

I have to admit that I don’t like taking any kind of seasickness medication. It can turn me into a zombie that sleeps for 14 hours, especially if I add any alcohol to the mix. And gosh darn it, I like a celebratory drink at the end of a long day of sailing. So, I have been reluctant to turn to pills… until last weekend. I took the smallest amount of Meclizine I possibly could (6.25 mg) early in the morning before we headed out underneath the Golden Gate Bridge. Long story short, we found ourselves battling an ebb tide with wind waves as we headed back toward home. We were rocking and rolling. With the wind at our back but the tide pushing against us, it was a wild ride at 1.5 kts speed over ground. And where was I?  Down below, hanging with Ruby, eating smoked oysters and sauerkraut.

 

That’s a win in my book.

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