I arrived Friday afternoon and after walking around town and getting some Ice Cream, decided to head into nearby Boone to visit a Appalachian Mountain Brewery. They had a really nice facility and I enjoyed a couple of  Honey Badgers.

The next day I hiked down to Glen Burney and Glen Marie Falls. These waterfalls are actually IN Blowing Rock, so the trail was packed with people. The problem is, the hike is pretty significant, with steep portions, lots of switchbacks and roots and rocks to mind; I think a lot of people started but didn’t finish. Glen Burney Falls are about a mile down with Glen Marie another .5 mile or so. I do so love waterfalls and as I left town on Monday, I stopped at Mast General Store and bought a book about North Carolina Waterfalls. Thinking about adding “See all the NC waterfalls” to my list…

Even after all that hiking, I decided to do a little more and went for a stroll down a segment of the Mountains to Sea Trail off of the Blue Ridge Parkway Saturday afternoon.

On Sunday I got up early to head into the tiny community of Todd, NC to take a fly fishing lesson at Rivergirl Fishing Company. Some things had gotten miscommunicated so I was given the gift of extra time to explore Todd and all its surrounding countryside. I’m honestly not a big fan of driving for driving sake but when you don’t have anything else to do and you have beautiful scenery to look at, I can handle it. I also got the chance to cross an incredibly scary looking wood bridge that was twisted and crooked and only a few feet above the river, which is probably the most dangerous thing I’ve done all year.

Petunia the Pig (I didn’t catch the chicken’s name) at Rivergirl Fishing Company

After lunch I returned to Rivergirl and began my lessons. We started with the technical stuff, the equipment and tying knots and reviewing different flys. Then we practiced casting in an open field, trying different techniques. Finally, it was time to wade into the river. Even though the water was quite cold, I was pleased to discover that I couldn’t feel it at all through my waders. I almost enjoyed walking around in the river more than anything else!

Because we stayed in a part of the river that had a lot of canopy, we weren’t able to really practice many of the casts we had just learned but it was still fun to try to aim and work on placement, trying to get the fly in just the right current of water to have it casually float down to an area we identified as being a good spot for trout. I was still mostly trying to get a hang of things and had only been at it for a few minutes when I realized I had gotten my fly caught on something. I told our instructor as much and as I tugged on it more to see what my line was hung on, I pulled out a fish!

It was just a tiny little brook trout, only as long as my hand but I was still excited! I’ve gone fishing before but only reel and rod fishing from the bank of the pond behind our house. And no matter what, I think it’s always exciting that moment you realize you have something at the other end of your line.

My instructor took the hook out and we released my little friend back into the river.  He would be the only fish our group caught that day. We stayed in the river for about an hour, trying different techniques and different spots. Then it was time to say goodbye to the waders and head back to Blowing Rock.

Sunday evening I went back on the Blue Ridge Parkway and walked a new part of the MST, this time along Goshen Creek, which had a good number of cascades. And then I went back to the portion I had walked the day before to watch the sunset.

Goshen Creek on the MST

I’m always surprised when people choose the beach over the mountains. For me, there is so much more to do, there seems to be less people, and the weather (at least in the Spring and Summer) is much more pleasant. I keep toying with the idea of moving to the mountains but I’m sure I’ll never take the leap. Perhaps something to do in retirement…

How about you? Have you ever gone fly fishing? Love waterfalls as much as me?

A friend from work (and the same who joined me to go whale watching), Amy, decided she was up for it and, to get into the spirit, we decided to dress in an 80s theme. You know, since that was the decade it was last appropriate to ride these things. I looked around to borrow a couple of big wheels from friends who had kids but with no prospects we actually had to purchase a couple from Wal-Mart. I’ll admit, these are not true BIG wheels but they got the job done. And, for $25 a pop, they held up for us, unlike so many others…

Because this race required that you brought your own big wheel, I feel like it wasn’t as well attended as it could have been. If, instead, they had big wheels provided, there would have been many more. But for $15 (after a LivingSocial deal), could you really complain? There were LOTS of people dressed up, which is what I love about these type events. Whether it’s The Color Run or The Warrior Dash, more people are wearing costumes and silly things than NOT.

Luckily the course was almost all downhill. When the start sounded, people immediately began pedaling, pushing, or generally using their big wheel as a kind of scooter or skateboard, with a knee or foot on the big wheel while they pushed with the other. The original idea was that we would just kinda push ourselves while on the trykes but was getting us nowhere fast. I decided to try to see if I could wedge my feet into the pedals, and sure enough, we could actually pedal the damn things!

Within 3 minutes of the start, things started to fall apart…literally. I’d wager about half of the big wheels were no longer together by the end of the race with wheels coming off and rolling away, handlebars coming off in people’s hands, and big wheels generally disintegrating. A guy dressed up as Mario had his big wheel fall to multiple pieces in front of me. Luckily he yelled “Watch out for the banana peel!” and sure enough, Mario-Kart-style, I had to swerve around a banana peel that had been left behind from the carnage.

With big wheels now only broken parts, most people began walking. Amy and I joined them, less because of the state of our wheels and more because the car bringing up the rear was directly behind us and we needed to pick up the pace.

With the finish line in sight, we again started pedaling. We both had GoPros on the front of our trykes but I just haven’t had the time to edit the video (that and I suck at editing video and the video is pretty shaky). SO…I’ll give you this gem of a video to give you an idea of how much of a dork I looked while riding this thing. Also, as you can see, Amy and I are the last on the track; that black SUV is the car bringing up the end of the race.

Like all the crazy things I do, I enjoyed it. How can you not smile while pedaling like a crazy person on a tiny tricycle?

I have some fun plans ahead with fly fishing and hiking in the mountains, trapeze lessons at the end of June, Orlando and Universal Studios in July (where I’ll get another Roller Coaster checked off the list), and … Running with the Bulls in August!

What does YOUR summer look like?

When I started this goal back in the Fall of 2011, I did say I would only hold myself to the breweries that were currently listed. At that time, there were 49 brewpubs and production breweries. I’m glad I made that rule because as of June 2012 there were 61. And as I have personally been to 2 in the last few months that just opened this year and have plans to go to yet another this weekend that just opened a few weeks ago, I’m sure that number is a good deal higher.

Here’s an update to which breweries I’ve visited. The original list is first and then the additional ones I’ve been to are at the bottom. As of May 2, 2013, I have been to:

Asheville Pizza & Brewing Company

Asheville Pizza & Brewing Company

Craggie Brewing Company

French Broad Brewing Co.

Green Man Brewery

Highland Brewing Co.

Lexington Avenue Brewery

Oyster House Brewing Co.

Wedge Brewing Company

Pisgah Brewing Co.

Nantahala Brewing Company

Carolina Brewery – Chapel Hill (DONE: Oatmeal Porter)

Top of the Hill Restaurant and Brewery (DONE: Old Well White)

Four Friends Brewing

Rock Bottom Restaurant & Brewery

The Olde Mecklenburg Brewery

Ass Clown Brewing Company

Bull City Burger and Brewery (DONE: Bryant Bridge Gateway Golden Ale)

Fullsteam (DONE: El Toro/Working Man’s Lunch)

Triangle Brewing Company

The Duck-Rabbit Craft Brewery

Huske Hardware House Restaurant & Brewery

Mash House Brewery & Chophouse (DONE: Raspberry Porter)

Aviator Brewing Company (DONE: Black Mamba Stout)

Southern Appalachian Brewery

Loe’s Brewing Company

Olde Hickory Brewery

Liberty Steakhouse and Brewery

Mystery Brewing Company (DONE: Gentlemen’s Preference)

Carolina Brewing Company (DONE: Carolina Winter Porter)

Weeping Radish Farm Brewery

Outer Banks Brewing Station (DONE: Hugh Hefeweizen)

Mother Earth Brewing Co. (DONE: Window Pane Raspberry)

Hops Grill Brewery

Carolina Beer Company

Catawba Valley Brewing Company

Old North State Winery and Brewery

Big Boss Brewing Co.(DONE: Bad Penny)

Boylan Bridge Brewpub (DONE: Pullman Porter)

LoneRider Brewing Co. (DONE: Shotgun Betty)

Natty Greene’s Pub & Brewing Co. – Raleigh (DONE: Wildflower)

Roth Brewing Company (DONE: Raleigh Red)

Sapphire Mountain Brewing Company

Dry County Brewing Company

Heinzelmannchen Brewery

Frog Level Brewing Company

Red Oak Brewery (DONE: Hummin’ Bird)

Front Street Brewery

Foothills Brewing (DONE: People’s Porter)

Also:

• White Street Brewing
• Trophy Brewing
• Full Moon Brewing
• Raleigh Brewing Company
• NoDa Brewing Company
• Birdsong Brewing

My original goal for this year was 7 breweries and I’ve already been to 6. So yeah, I’m probably going to reach that goal.

There’s only two Triangle area breweries I haven’t visited yet but 4 more are slated to open this year (one this weekend!). Most of the ones I haven’t visited yet are in the Mountains (mostly Asheville) or in Charlotte. Gotta get around more!

Booking a beginner’s hang gliding lesson with Kitty Hawk Kites (who, also, have pretty much been doing this since the beginning of hang gliding as a sport) meant I got 5 flights off the dunes after a short classroom session. Unlike lots of other things I’ve done, like tandem skydiving, I was actually mostly on my own. The instructor was there to correct for wind gusts but I was under my own power, controlling the glider myself.

The video looks kinda lame but you really do feel like you are flying! You run as hard as you can and after several steps you realize the ground is no longer under your feet. You feel like you are soaring really high, although in actuality I was no more than 10 feet or so off the ground (my instructor is 6’4″ so you get the idea) and I guess I probably only went 100 feet or so. In the video I did actually manage to land on my feet although I only did that 2 of the 5 tries. Even if you don’t land on your feet, you have sand to land on, so no worries about too many bumps and bruises.

You could also choose to be dropped from a plane a mile up and tandem glide down but I chose to opt out of that because 1) it’s crazy expensive, and 2) in my old age, I’ve managed to get quite a bit of motion sickness from these type activities. I really didn’t want to spend the money and just be miserable  As much as I really wanted to do this, I still think the excitement of flying under your own power was still better than just riding along tandem with an instructor…even from 6,000 feet up.

I really enjoyed this but I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to afford the lessons to get licensed. I’m discovering that all the super fun things to do are just way too expensive!

So who out there has done this? Who would be willing to do it off a cliff or a mountain side?

I originally said that I had completed this one when I donated my eggs. And although I was certainly treated like a human guinea pig through that process with various pokes and prods, it wasn’t a clinical study. I didn’t really have plans to join a clinical study but when this opportunity crossed my path, I knew I wanted to be a part of it.

The American Cancer Society is currently enrolling for a long term Cancer study. Hoping to enroll 300,000 people of various racial and ethnic backgrounds from across the US, participants must be between 30 and 65 with no history of cancer (having basal/squamous skin cancer or pre-cancerous cells in the cervix-I’ve had both-doesn’t exclude you). All I had to do was fill out a lengthy questionnaire and in a few weeks go in to get some blood drawn and have my waist measured. As I understand it, I’ll be filling out these questionnaires for the next 30 years or so of my life.

I’ve talked about how much I hate cancer here on this blog. With a strong genetic disposition for it and having 3 small encounters with it thus far in my short 32 years, it is something I’d very much like to avoid myself. After my most recent bout of skin cancer in February, I did finally relinquish my beloved toiletries and cosmetics from Bath and Body and Clinique and replaced everything with products without cancer causing chemicals. (I apologize in advance if you get near me and I smell like B.O. I can’t find a healthy alternative deodorant that actually works yet). I’ve read up on what foods to avoid and I’ve gotten a lot better about not eating overly processed foods but that’s been a bit more difficult to cut out (I’ll gladly eat more vegetables and fruits but I love my meat and cheese!)

The point is, I can make attempts to avoid cancer but I feel like one of the best things I can do is participate in a study that may help eradicate it completely. Take a look at this list to see if they are still enrolling for participants in your area; most of the deadlines have passed but maybe you can still join.

So, how about you? Have you ever participated in a clinical trial?

Climbing the “hard” line

Honestly, after my introductory class last March, I only went a handful of times. The rock climbing gym is always so crowded (even worse now since the only other rock climbing gym in the area closed), it’s not terribly convenient to get to, and if you don’t have the equipment, a simple visit to climb costs $25, which adds up quickly. I got a harness and climbing shoes for Christmas with the hope that I’d go more often but I literally cut the tags off my new equipment the night before heading to Pilot Mountain for my first honest-to-goodness rock climbing adventure.

Choosing to go with Raleigh Parks and Rec for a guided trip rather than the more expensive option of going on one of the monthly trips run by the local rock climbing gym, we set out early one Saturday morning for the 2.5 hour trip to Pilot Mountain. Pilot Mountain is one of those anomalies that jut out of hilly land, still a good 45 minutes away from the rest of the NC mountains. The mountain itself is quite distinctive with a stone “knob” on top (which you are NOT allowed to climb).

50 Feet of rock to climb (this is the “hard” line)

Although the trip was in late March, we were experiencing a bit of a cold snap and as we drove up the mountain, it began to sleet. As I had dressed in my usual hiking/climbing mountain gear of capri hiking pants, I was frozen through until the sun finally broke through around noon. Once the instructors had the lines up and running, we began taking turns climbing and belaying. I was the first one up the second line, which we called the “easy” line for much of the day. Although it had a tricky start, it was manageable and after the first 10 feet of rock got to lots of great hand holds and holes to work with.

I quickly realized the biggest difference between climbing real rock and an indoor rock wall was that with an indoor rock  wall, you can see the holds from 40 feet down.  Maneuvering to find holds in the real rock proved to be an exercise in problem solving. Often I would finally get a good hold only to push up further and scrabble scrabble scrabble for the next hold and have to give up and come back down. But I enjoyed it. Finally finding the next hold and moving up was a small moment of success!

I also fell for the first time. I had discovered that I wouldn’t take chances in the indoor rock wall because I was afraid of falling. I would find myself not going for the hold because I thought I may fail. With the actual rock, I was going for whatever I could and sometimes that meant I fell too. After falling the first time, I felt more comfortable in knowing that falling wasn’t the worst thing to happen.

With the sleet earlier, the rock itself felt like ice and after about 10 minutes I couldn’t feel my fingers anymore. It took 30 minutes or more to have the feeling come back in my finger tips.

Climbing the “easy” line

Later on I tried the “hard” line. I was the last to try and I had witnessed others in the group have difficulty with it so I just wanted to made it past the first 10 feet. After a good bit of work, I made it past the point that had given everyone trouble and considered myself a success.

The instructors set up a rappel line and we could climb the “easy” line up and out if we wanted to. I tried but was disappointed when I couldn’t get to the last little bit. I had used up all my energy getting to that point and couldn’t give it any more. I had to belay back down and then hike up to the top of the cliff to do my big of rappelling.

During our whole trip, I managed to only climb 3 times and help belay several times but I was beat and fell asleep around 9:30 that night. I was sore for days after.

So, I really liked it! I don’t think I’ll ever get into the tech of it; I just don’t have any interest in learning how to lead climb or putting in top rope anchors. I’d much rather just join a group and have the experts do it for me. Officially, like skiing and SCUBA, I will now have to go rock climbing at least yearly.

How about you? Do you enjoy rock climbing (inside or outside)? Are you super hard core and do the lead climbing, bouldering, and free climbing?

#2 Swim with Whales: Ok, well…this was a fail but it WAS an attempt so I’m counting it as done for this year. Something to try again next year.

#8 Sell a piece of art (and realize my childhood dream, which is #28 on the 40/40 list): Nothing yet.

#46 Scuba Diving: Continue practicing my SCUBA skills by going at least once this summer. Gonna use my new GoPro to capture the excitement that is the murky depths of the rock quarry.

#52 Read the Greatest Books Ever Written (#7 on the 40/40 list): Supposed to be working on at least 2 this year. Nada so far.

#65  Shout ‘Drinks Are on Me!’ in a Pub or Bar (#17 on the 40/40 list): Not yet.

#84 Learn to Ski (#32 on the 40/40 list): Went in January and had a blast.

Goals from my 40 Before I’m 40 List:

#1 Be Able to Do a Pull Up: Very much working on it. I can lift 100 pounds so far. About 35 pounds to go.

#11 Learn to Rock Climb: Went rock climbing on Pilot Mountain for “real” rock climbing a week ago. That’s where the photo above comes from. Post to come.

#12 Take a Cooking Class: Nothing yet.

#18 Watch the  Top 250 IMDB List/Watch All of the Oscar Best Picture Winners: Nothing yet.

#25 Drink All the Beers on the GQ List: Nothing yet.

#31  Learn to swim (#87 on the 101 list: Conquer Your Fear): COMPLETED!

#35 Visit all of the NC Breweries: The original goal was to visit 7 this year. I’ve visited Trophy Brewing and Raleigh Brewing thus far.

#36 Learn How to Ballroom Dance: Nada yet.

From the Sports List:

#18 Attend a rugby game (and learn the rules): Nope

#19 Attend a cricket game (and learn the rules): Nope

Things not on an official list but still want to try:

• I want to take a Stand Up Paddleboard lesson this spring or summer.
• I COMPLETED a really awesome ropes course adventure in February.
• I’ve scheduled fly fishing lessons for May.
• I’ve scheduled hang gliding in April.
• I’m doing a Big Wheel race in April!
• I plan to go on the Flying Trapeze in June.
• I’d like to try the Neon Splash Dash
• There is talk about going backpacking but I’m not sure about this one. Backpacking is an expensive endeavor and I’m not even sure I would like it (after all, I just went camping for the first time last year). I think I’ll try it for a weekend and see how I like it.

Think that’s enough? What’s on YOUR goals for 2013?

I’ve done the team building stuff with ropes courses before. Those are usually, at the most, a few feet off the ground. I think, maybe once, I did a ropes course in Girl Scouts that was probably 10 feet up in the air. But this, my friends, is fifty-five feet in the air. And how do you get off? By zipline or a giant swing. Awesomesauce.

When I first learned about the Durham Parks and Rec’s High Ropes Course in Spring 2011, I immediately added it to “my list.” Intended primarily for organizations and businesses to use for team building exercises, once a month Durham Parks and Rec opens it up to the general public. After a year, I finally secured a spot.

Technically, kids 7 and up and do this, so it’s not that scary. And the way the course is set up, you can choose the obstacles you want to complete. I did skip the “Gauntlet” and another line that seemed to employ a good bit of upper body strength. You only get an hour so I felt rushed and didn’t want to hold anyone up while I tried to complete those two obstacles. Perhaps next time I’ll just head straight up and do the more challenging ones on the second and third levels.

The video (shot with my brand new GoPro!) is pretty long, so look in the video information to skip to the highlights. Definitely go to the end to see me do the giant swing. You can’t tell much from the shot but there’s a good bit of a free fall at first, probably only 10 feet or so, but it’ll give you a jolt!

I do think I’d like to go back and do the tougher obstacles, as well as try to depend less on my own rope and see if I can cross things without hanging on to it for dear life. I’m pleased with the camera angle (I was using a chest harness instead of a helmet cam); I think it was more stable than a helmet cam would have been but there were sometimes I think a helmet cam would have better captured what my feet were doing/what I was seeing.

So what do you think? Would you do this? Would you think this to be exciting? Or are you “Meh.” about this type stuff?

Photo Credit

I’ve long said that my fear is water. You would think that someone who is SCUBA certified would have successfully conquered that fear. Alas, even after SCUBA diving in the open Pacific (as well as white water rafting one of the more dangerous rivers in the world), I still had to admit I had a healthy fear of water. You see, I couldn’t swim. How does a person go SCUBA diving without swimming? Well, quite easily actually. To dive, you really only move your legs back and forth. And anytime I’ve ever fallen out of the boat while rafting, the life jacket and some paddling around is usually sufficient.

To say I couldn’t swim meant: I could do some bastardization of freestyle in an incredibly inefficient manner enough to get me from one end of the pool to the other. After a lot of splashing and thrashing about, I would grasp the edge of the pool and gulp air from the enormous effort I had just put in. I had always been rather embarrassed by my lack of skill but until this past summer it had never really concerned me. During a trip to the beach, I managed to get caught in a riptide for the first time in my life. Ignoring advice to swim parallel to the shore, I panicked in the moment and began a desperate attempt to swim back in. After a lot of struggle and a few scary moments of thinking I may not make it, I realized that not being able to swim efficiently when choosing to spend as much time around water as I do was probably a bad choice.

I signed up for beginner swim lessons at my local pool and was delighted to find after a short assessment that I was more of an intermediate swimmer (some of the beginners were visibly hesitant to even get in to the pool, so clearly there are people out there with a bigger fear of water than me). The class met 2 times for 4 weeks. We worked on various strokes, including freestyle, backstroke, side stroke, and the breaststroke. I was amazed to discover that I actually was pretty ok at the backstroke; I had never even tried it before! I was completely shyte with the breaststroke and never got to a point where I didn’t need a noodle to assist me. But freestyle still eluded me and it quickly become apparent what my downfall was entirely with water: I didn’t like having my face in the water.

Sure, I dive and go underwater, but that’s with an oxygen supply. Swimming freestyle with the correct breathing technique was what was holding me back. That was why the backstroke was so easy for me; I kept my face out of the water the entire time. And trying to freestyle with my face out of the water was simply inefficient and getting me nowhere.

When warming up or during “free time” at the end of the first 5 classes, I would practice my backstroke because that’s what I felt comfortable with. However, with a number of people out during the 6th class and given the opportunity to spend the entire class working on what we chose, I realized that if I wanted to get better, I had to force myself out of my comfort zone. I practiced breathing a good bit with the kickboard and then slowly tried to work on breathing while swimming. All along, my instructor was giving me feedback and things to keep working on.

And then something clicked! Just like it did with skiing, all of a sudden I simply began doing it! And it felt…right. Honestly, I got such an electric jolt in that moment, I almost stopped to call out to my instructor “Hey! I’m SWIMMING!”

Immediately upon getting that down, I felt truly comfortable in the water for the first time in my life. And, by feeling comfortable, everything else went much more easily. I discovered that when I wasn’t convinced I was about to drown every moment, swimming could be quite pleasant.

Don’t get me wrong. I still have a long way to go. I can barely finish a lap. But as the pool is rather near my house, I hope to continue to go back regularly and practice. I may even take another class; eventually I would like to swim laps like competitive swimmers and do that dive thingy where they duck under and push off the edge of the pool to start a new lap. I know, I know. Small steps. But you know me! I’m always trying to up the ante!

So, what is YOUR biggest fear? Have you conquered it?

So in the book, Thing to Do #2 before you die is to swim with a multitude of oceanic creatures: dolphins, sharks, whales, and tropical fish. Although the title implies to literally swim with them, the entry form does allow for a simple sighting of said creature. I have successfully (and literally) swam with dolphins, sharks, and tropical fish. I was kinda hoping to check of this last one with a whale watching trip, which is actually something that I had on the original list I created back in high school. Being a typical girl, I was obsessed with whales when I was younger and for a brief time wanted to be a marine biologist to study whales. And, honestly, I’m surprised it’s taken me this long to finally schedule a whale watching trip. But better late than never. When I discovered that the Virginia Aquarium ran whale watching trips January-March each year, I set about making plans.

Amy, a friend at work, had been interested in coming along on one of my adventures and when I suggested whale watching, she was on board immediately. In anticipation of the trip, I searched online to see if it had been a “good year” thus far and found this article and this article that buoyed our hopes for seeing a whale. You see, whales sightings are not “guaranteed.” I really had gotten pretty excited about the possibility of fulfilling a childhood dream and besides, who wants to drive 7 hours round trip and take a 2 hour boat trip only to be disappointed?

We left Raleigh at 7am and made good time, arriving to pick up our tickets with plenty of time to grab breakfast before boarding the boat. Immediately upon leaving the dock area, we were greeted with a huge pod of dolphins, which followed us the entire trip. I’ve seen dolphins in the wild before, although seeing them is always a pleasant surprise. Besides, I had never seen this many at one time.

After watching the dolphins for a good long while, we went south where the morning boat had sighted a whale earlier. After traveling for an hour, we apparently had reached the point but after only 10 minutes or so, turned around to head back. I honestly was a little taken aback; we had never left the shoreline at all but instead had just run parallel to it for an hour. I had completely expected to go out to sea. Knowing that the trip was only supposed to last 2 hours, I knew we probably weren’t going to see a whale that day. Although the dolphins continued to play in our wake, when the boat turned, Amy and I were no longer in the sun. The wind and February chill became too much and we went inside to keep warm for the return trip.

I knew a sighting wasn’t guaranteed but knowing the morning boat had seen one and that there had been so much success all year long, I was pretty disappointed.

Oh well. There’s always next year to try again. Plus, my friend Jessica lives in New England and has been on many successful whale watching trips. I may just go up to visit her and take advantage of her whale watching mojo!

How about you? Have you ever been on a whale watching trip? Or just seen one in the wild on a completely separate boat trip?