Its nasty when it sneaks up on you. First time I ever took my girlfriend out sailing, I had them show up for 7am so we could get an early start and spend the entire day at Toronto Island. My GF, my brother and his GF. Anyway, the ladies were bitching about how tired they were for getting up so early on a Saturday, so I said go below and take a nap. Down they went, closing the hatch
behind them. This being mid September it was kinda chilly, So I figured they'd hop in the bunks, pull out the blankets and be just fine . What I didn't realize was that they had lit the Coleman Catalytic heater I had below. Anyway, my brother and I were on deck
, it was a beautiful sunny day, wind
about 17-20 knots. We were close hauled on the port tack in a choppy sea running about 6-7 foot, aiming to clear Gibralter Point and turn in at the Eastern Gap, and I was having a blast. My brother was on deck
in hand also enjoying himself. About 45 minutes later, the hatch
opened, and Terri came out, red in the face and immediately hit the side rail and started puking. 30 seconds later Maryanne was beside her, also red in the face. That's when I noticed the heater sitting on the cabin
fully closed up, and a heater going full blast.
That put paid to the day, we ended up back in harbor about an hour later, the girls being sick all the while. Even my brother, seeing them start to puke, dropped his beer
and started heaving too.
I don't think it every dawned on them just how lucky they were. They both thought it was the constant motion of the boat
that caused them to be sick. I killed the heater, and tossed it into the locker and padlocked it. Once we got back I took it out and got rid of it.