Written by Then just as we began to cross the Sound, two spouts broke the surface of the water just in front of us. My stomach tightened as aderenaline shot through my veins, “s#!@, s#!@, s#!@” I chanted loudly as I back paddled with all my force, visions of whale back islands crudely beaching us. The slick grey backs rolled up and back under, the humpback fins cresting the top of their arc, just 25 feet in front of us. Our arms strained to turn our sluggish crafts out of the path of the whales, but before we could even stop our forward momentum we heard the whales forceful blowspouts and looked to see their backs breaking the water 40 feet behind us. “OK that was scary,” I said stating the obvious. “I told you,” Doug countered. We spent the rest of the crossing waiting for whale pods to pass in the distance before making our moves.
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Hey guys, I'm finally up to date on this blog, it's a joy to read. So many gorgeous pictures, and the earlier ones with the red/white umbrella is somehow Monty Pythonesque!
Katey, your line in this post about fearing being beached on whales' backs is comedic gold!
I'm glad Lil' Bit is along for the ride; while your concerns about bringing him were understandable, his absence on such an adventure seemed unusual to me.