With the journey over, I struggled to let go of our whales for a long time. I kissed them. My son patted them. They came when he sang. Life on dry land felt dreary in comparison.
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I'm aiming for Anacortes, on the coast near Seattle, tonight. It's our springboard into the ocean, the gateway to the San Juan islands. From there we'll ferry-hop to Canada, while scouring the sea for migrating grey whales.
Whale watchers in Southern California are exhilarated over a sighting that's been deemed a "once in a lifetime encounter."
A pod of 20-25 gray whal...
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