Turns out, I get that.
Fortunately, a whole lot of Dramamine-induced sleep + one expertly made fresh ginger drink + a priesthood blessing from my HH = A much appreciated cure.
Enabling us to enjoy a WINDY round of mini golf on the top deck. I was totally winning on the side where the wind blew my hair out of my face. I lost once we turned and golfed on the side where the wind blew my hair all over my face.
The first side was a lot more fun.