Tempest

Last night in the middle of dinner the captain and his entourage came over to our table to personally ask us how things were going so far. Needless to say, we were surprised, We assured him that all was well and that we were having a great time.




Later in the evening we noticed that the wid was picing up and the seas were increasing in size. No problem, or so we thought. By about eleven we were in the middle of a raging tempest whichhas not let up well into this afternoon. I got no sleep last night due to howling winds, strange noises and creeks and things banging throughout the entire ship. They closed all the outside decks for safety. The early morning winds were clocked at 85 mph and the seas at 20 ft. I almost rolled out of bed several times and my water glass went flying across the cabin and spilled all over the floor. Barf bags are strategically placed all over the ship. As of now, about three in the afternoon, it is still blowing and howling outside and the spray has soaked our veranda which is on the eighth floor. There is no let up in sight and I am trusting that this old girl will make it to Astoria, Oregon. Some of the cre is seasick. A lot of the passengers are too. I am sleep deprived. However, all shipbord activities appear to be proceeding as usual. I might want to re-think my ideas about a transpacific crossing unless it is in a Los Angeles class submarine.



As of 10:30 this evening things have calmed down but we are still rocking and rolling. Things are operating normally throughout the ship and maybe I can get some sleep. We dock in Astoria at about eight in the morning. It is supposed to be very small and quaint.