Our trip began gloriously. The whales in Mexico behaved as though they'd been waiting for us to arrive before starting their journey. They blew bubbles, bumped our boat, and poked up their noses within kissing distance.
We've nearly made it to the end of our journey. My toddler and I have been following the grey whale migration up the west coast of the Americas. I pieced the journey together using public transport, on a tight budget and tight schedule.
Humpbacks sizes of buses frolic close by. The two-year-old spots a mother and baby orca jumping together, splashing silver from their black and white uniforms. Beautiful.
Then, an adult orca comes straight for the boat.
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.