Thar the indeterminate gender blows!
Trip Start
Jul 18, 2007
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Trip End
Ongoing
Since Saturday had edged well into the early hours of Sunday, I'd planned on sleeping in. Happenstance and the demands of friendship had other plans, however. A dear friend of mine is going through crisis and needed an ear at around 10:30. We talked for a couple of hours before Sara gave me my wake up call. An hour later she picked me up and we headed out in search of food.
Since Dunkin Donuts is a fixture in this area (you've got to love any town that Krispy Kreme can't survive in), Sara wanted to be certain I got a chance to have "Dunkies" in Boston. We grabbed a couple too many donuts and then made for the Harbor.
The day was perfect - sunny with a cool breeze - so the plan was to go whale watching. The T gave us some minor timing issues, but we managed to meet Mike in time to sprint onto the high speed Catamaran.
Soon enough the researchers from the whale center were discussing how hard it is to tell the sex of whales and pointing out flukes and spouts, so everyone was on their feet and moving from one side of the boat to another searching for the ideal view. About this time the catamaran had slowed to a more sedate speed, so the pitch and roll of the deck became more pronounced. Mike's stomach finally sucumbed and he had to go below decks to close his eyes and lie down.
Since Dunkin Donuts is a fixture in this area (you've got to love any town that Krispy Kreme can't survive in), Sara wanted to be certain I got a chance to have "Dunkies" in Boston. We grabbed a couple too many donuts and then made for the Harbor.
The day was perfect - sunny with a cool breeze - so the plan was to go whale watching. The T gave us some minor timing issues, but we managed to meet Mike in time to sprint onto the high speed Catamaran.
One of my harbor shots
Not my picture - but it'll give you the idea!
Boston is a beautiful city, but you don't really get the full scope of it until you see the harbor approach. After oggling that view for as long as possible, we enjoyed three hours that were perfectly paced for a sleep deprived Sunday afternoon.
Windswept
We rode on the top deck of the catamaran, baking gently in the sun as the chill breeze played havoc with our hair and the swell kept us staggering into one another.
Eyes Peeled
Soon enough the researchers from the whale center were discussing how hard it is to tell the sex of whales and pointing out flukes and spouts, so everyone was on their feet and moving from one side of the boat to another searching for the ideal view. About this time the catamaran had slowed to a more sedate speed, so the pitch and roll of the deck became more pronounced. Mike's stomach finally sucumbed and he had to go below decks to close his eyes and lie down.

