Yesterday was another glorious day here in Southern California, and my family and I made good use of it by going on a whale watching excursion. We hit the road at 6:30--yes, IN THE MORNING! --and were out on the water by 9:00 for a 2-1/2 to 3 hour tour. For some odd reason, I couldn't get the Gilligan's Island theme music out of my head. :laugh: We saw some amazing scenery, such as: and birds, including some ducks: seagulls: and hundreds of pelicans: plus various sea creatures, including sea lions: and dolphins: It was a fantastic, wonderful experience that mesmerized my grandsons--and all of us adults, too. That's the good news. The bad news starts with not seeing a SINGLE whale. I'd been hearing for weeks that this had been one of the best Decembers EVER in terms of the number of whales in the area. I knew there was no guarantee that we'd see any, but I honestly wasn't expecting NONE. I waited 50+ years to finally go on a whale watching trip...and then saw no whales. Then it got worse! We arrived back at the marina and were starting to leave the boat. I fell coming down a big step. Hard. :bawling: Landed, SPLAT, on the deck. I'm very banged up, including what I hope is just a badly sprained left wrist, a bruised/cut nose, and really sore right knee, but I'm pretty sure nothing's broken. Ice and hydrocodone have helped.