The Clipper

I will follow up with a complete play-by-play of this evening's 6pm-8:45pm Clipper trip from Victoria to Seattle. Until I get the energy to do so, I'll just post a few pictures of the many barf bags that we went through this evening and of the kids who were exhausted. For the record, only my two boys threw up -- but they did so with commanding authority!

Mommy holding a dry-heaving baby, trying not to blow chunks herself:

The kiddos passed out. Sage fell asleep early and spared herself the nastiness. Cyrus was not so lucky:

That would be projectile vomit on the floor. That is, the leftover vomit that did not hit the passengers behind us:

We used no fewer than 6 barf bags, plus 3 shirts and a coat, to contain the barf: