Before today, I’d never been whale-watching. This seems incredible since I grew up in Washington State, close to the Puget Sound where orcas swim.
It could have been Seattle today here in Southern California. Yesterday, it was sunny. Tomorrow, it’s supposed to be sunny. Today? The clouds threatened to rain. The wind blew turning all the ungloved fingers red. It was cold.
I brought a wool hat that a blog reader knit for me. (Best birthday gift ever, all those years ago!) I wore the kind of gloves that look like mittens until you flip back the end and then they are fingerless gloves.
We’d been out in the open ocean, maybe five miles from shore for an hour and fifteen minutes. Some moms were leaning over the railing throwing up, but I was taking photos of the shimmering sun on the waves, bummed out that we weren’t seeing any whales.
Time passed and my nose grew colder and then, suddenly, he told us the whale was at “eleven o’clock”. I couldn’t see it because I was on the wrong side of the boat.
But then. The boat turned, the whale surfaced and I saw it!
These were fin whales, the captain said.