My Ode to Earth Day

| April 22, 2008

I’m cheating this week. I’m using the one and only trip report I ever wrote as my blog. We went on the “Eco Tour” at Castaway Cay in May of 2004. To this day I remain traumatized.  Consider this my tribute to Earth Day:

Disney Cruise Line described the Eco Tour excursion as follows: “Get to know Castaway Cay like a native! A knowledgeable guide will take you on a fascinating eco adventure via a personal watercraft as you learn about the area’s abundant marine life, unique ecology and storied history.”

Sounds good! I’ve been on the Water Mice/Sprites at Disney World, no problem. There’s a guide, Mickey gives it a thumbs up, we should do this.

There we were. Me (as in the one who had the bright idea to do this tour), my husband and our daughter and we’re ready to go. The sun is shining, it’s a perfect day at Castaway Cay and it’s time for our Eco Tour.

First, we get our life jackets and then we get instructions. Wait, what does the fist in the air mean again? Slashing motion across the neck means stop? Are you sure that we’re not in the middle of a Charlie Brown cartoon where he’s giving stage directions?

I think I remember all of the instructions, and now it’s time to get on our “personal watercraft.” We get in the water and are told that you climb on from the back. Okay, the stupid thing is in waist deep water and they expect a chubby, middle aged lady to hop on. I decide to use the very professional lift the knee and crawl on method, praying that no one with a camera is behind me.

I did it, I’m on. Put the safety strap around my wrist, check. Don’t get within 50 feet of the watercraft in front of me, check. Don’t start until I’m told, check. Just press this little button, put one finger on the throttle and OMIGOD, WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO!! I’m going to get whiplash, I’m going to fall off, I hate this and everyone ahead of me is becoming a tiny speck on the horizon as they zoom off.

Yikes, they’re going around the front of the ship. Yikes, there are people behind me, I must catch up. Yikes, there goes my visor. Fat chance I’m going to stop to get it. Yikes, I don’t like this; I don’t like this at all.

When we reached an open area, the people behind me finally had a chance to pass by. Being that it was a Disney excursion, no one made any gestures in my direction; at least I don’t think that they did. I was too busy praying to all of the saints and my ancestors to actually look around.

Luckily, there’s a guide at both the front and the rear. Byron, the guide in the back and now my new best friend, takes me under his wing and encourages me to catch up with the rest of the group. I make it to the other side of the Magic and in front of Castaway Cay. Everyone has stopped and the guide tells us something about the trees. I wish I could remember what he said, but I was too busy looking for an amphibious taxi to drive up and get me out of this. The odds weren’t good.

Oh yippee, we’re going to explore some more. Push the button, 50 feet, finger on throttle; they can’t possibly hear what I’m saying over the sound of the engines. I hope no one can read lips. I really hate this.

Next, we stop at a sand bar about a mile and a half out. Up until now, I thought that I was going to fall off and sink 100 fathoms down. (I don’t know what a fathom is, but it sounds nautical and deep.) Considering that I have a life jacket on, this is unlikely, but panic does this to me.

We get off the “personal watercraft” and walk on the sandbar. The guide asks us what we think the sand is made of and tells us to scoop up a handful and sniff it. You know this is the part that he enjoys most, it’s fish poop. Great, I have a handful of poop, I’m a mile and a half out, and I have to get on the dreaded Jet Ski again. There’s one bright spot, the water in that area is only 4 to 12 feet deep. If I go flying off, maybe I can walk back.

Climb back on from the rear, threaten husband with death if he takes a picture, 50 feet, finger on throttle, hey, where are they going now? Swell, they’re going all around the cove next to the ship to get a close up look at those trees. Byron (my new best buddy), knows that if I follow the others I’ll be spending the night at his house since it will take me 8 hours to accomplish this. We take the short cut and head back around the ship to the shore.

I did it! I pry my hands off of the controls, hop off (from the rear) and practically walk on the water for the 8 feet between me and the beach. I would have kissed the sandy shore but I know better. Can’t fool me, its fish poop.

Truthfully, most everyone loved it. Some, like me, were surprised at how fast we went, but I was the only one who made a vow to always eat my vegetables and brush and floss if I got back to shore in one piece.

If you go on this tour, be prepared for speed. These are jet skis. You can’t go rocketing off on your own, but you will definitely move and learn something about trees and fish poop. After all, it is an “eco” tour.


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  • cocowum

    Good Morning Regina. :) Sounds like I won’t be going on the eco tour. ;) You are so funny, I was laughing out loud during the first paragraph! and Thanks for letting me know about the fish poop. I’ll never look at sand the same way again! :)

  • calypso

    Sounds like a great opportunity for *DH* to spend some quality time with the kids! ;)

  • http://www.wdwinfo.com/ AuroraJae

    Regina, you and I are in the same boat, so to speak. This reminds me of the time I agreed to take a 27 mile jet ski tour around Key West while riding behind my “need for speed” husband. I was scared to death, crying, and begging him to SLOW DOWN! It never happened. We were always right behind the lead guy! Corey has a picture of this nightmare where he is all smiles and I look like Jaws is right next to our “watercraft.”

  • elemusing

    hmmm i would really like to see that picture Julie.

    Regina – thanks for blogging – I was getting a withdrawal. :)

  • daneenm

    Regina, I love to read your blogs! It is just like being there. I have always wanted to try one of these, but the getting on and off could be problematic for the same reasons you describe :-)

  • Cyrano

    :lol I couldnt read this for tears in my eyes.
    More please :)

  • http://www.wdwinfo.com WebmasterRegina

    Julie!! I made a 3 mile round trip and was ready to call in a cardiologist. 27 miles?! You poor thing!!

    Danee, I thought you’d get on while you’re in shallow water. Oh no, you’re in water up to your waist and looking at this thing that’s sitting on top of the water. The fact that everyone else is waiting for you creates just a teeny bit of pressure.

    The guide was really sweet. I would have renamed my firstborn Byron, but after 24 years he was pretty used to being called Steve. ;)

    Oh sure, laugh at my traumatic moments. And here I thought I lead a fairly boring life.

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