There are realities in every life utterly beyond anyone’s control. Consider the foghorn.
Under certain weather conditions, a ship has an obligation to blast its foghorn at regular intervals. It does so to keep the seas safe for other vessels.
When one sits on a deck in the vicinity of said sonic safety device, the resulting report can be… distracting… to say the least.
It startles me enough to make me jump the first several times at least that I hear a foghorn during any given hour. It is sufficiently loud that my instinct is to clap my hands over my ears like a toddler would. I tend to let out a nervous giggle with every sonorous report. Conversation must stop.
While on vacation, at sea, in the North Atlantic Ocean, we’ve encountered more than our fair share of fantastic conditions, but there have been plenty of overcast hours. As it happens, our favorite place to spend the non-wind-whipped ones has been a Retreat Cabana we reserved for our voyage. These amenities are situated on deck 12 of 14 of our temporary home-away-from-home.
From the sound of it, these otherwise luxurious rentals sit directly under the ship’s foghorn. Without a doubt, the source is nearer deck 12, forward, than our staterooms on deck 4, aft.
I wouldn’t be surprised if the frequency of the foghorn blasts was dictated by a ship’s speed or other specific conditions, but I know almost nothing about maritime rules. What I can say is that the foghorn sounds at an interval just long enough that one forgets it is coming, right up until it trumpets its way back into your ears and central nervous system.
My husband, it’s fair to say, is not a fan of the foghorn. He spends more time outdoors than I do, and he frequents the Cabana more often than I do. Thus far, he’s tried noise concealing headphones and foam earplugs to dull the noise and continue on with his work, but the distraction continues.
I’m absolutely sympathetic to the necessity and value of the foghorn, and all the other safety innovations that make a modern cruise safer than the maiden voyage of the Titanic. I hope this post comes across as something absolutely distinct from a compliant! That said, my heart kept stopping and my ears kept ringing on our foggy Cabana mornings, and I wasn’t sure that was optimal, either.
On about the third day that the foghorn menaced my peace of mind, I had an epiphany. It’s stentorian reverberations, after all, meant we continued on our way, all systems go, all of the important stuff quite right with our isolated little floating world.
I decided, with every foghorn blast, to adjust my reaction into counting my blessings.
Loud noises shut my eyes and often prompt me to clasp my hands at my heart. Why not follow that lead and take a moment in gratitude for the gift of safety, the ability to hear a warning offered with beneficent intentions, and the joy of my functional if reactive body?
I can’t say that the foghorn is my favorite aspect of traveling by sea, even so, but our relationship has improved.
I love the waves. I find the atmosphere and pace of cruising conducive to contemplation. I marvel every day aboard a ship at the luxury of having the time and funds to see the world this way.
I hear the blast of a foghorn, and I’m reminded to count my blessings. They’re as myriad as the waves in the sea.
And, if occasionally obscured by the mist, my other faculties remain to offer clarity.
What’s a clarion blast if not a call to action?
What better action to take than finding the good in an inconvenience?
I still prefer a clear blue sky, but I’ll hearken to the value of the foghorn.
2 thoughts on “When life gives you foghorns, count your blessings?”
I’m happy you and [your family] have been able to get away and enjoy the open seas. I’ve never been on a cruise and since Uncle [B] served on the USS Battleship he swore to never step foot on a ship again but maybe he’d reconsider a cruise. Love you both!
I suspect that B. would find a Holland America cruise quite a bit more relaxing than his time on U.S.S. Battleship.
I find it fascinating to watch the crew as they drive the tender boats, do their safety drills, and perform constant maintenance, keeping everything pristine and in great condition. The employees work very hard. We passengers, however, are treated like welcomed guests at every turn. It’s truly challenging for me to think of any situation in which I haven’t felt warmly cared for by the service staff.
Maybe if I can talk Dad into a Hawaii cruise departing from the West Coast, you can convince B. for you guys to join us! Having you and little P. along would be so much fun. I even promise to babysit at least a few nights so you two could have a date night. 🙂