No Whale Blues
Six of us headed out of Dana Point Harbor for an early evening paddle in
search of Blue Whales. Perhaps we should have done some research on their
feeding and activity patterns. Perhaps we just wanted any excuse to spend
an evening on the water. As we rounded the jetty, a flotilla of sailboats
tried to block our exit. We took them on head to head in an epic battle of
"Chicken of the Sea". Suffice to say, we continued unabated.
After a couple of hours of listening and looking, all we heard was the dull
drone from the cars on the freeway and the mating calls of amourous Amtrak
trains. We had to settle for the sight of a beautiful sunset battling an
almost full moon against a kaleidoscope of color of a shimmering smooth
sea. As we paddled home, my eagle-eye caught what could only be a large
sea-going mammal and I paddled over to investigate. Hmmm...anyone could have
mistaken a kelp paddy with a bird on top for a whale.
We decided that's how the
Loch Ness Monster came to be!
Tell me that doesn't look like a Blue Whale!