
Whale Watching in Wild Waters
Captain Mike seemed antsy to board our guests and depart on the day’s safari. The skies were dark and brooding, but there wasn’t a puff of wind and the channel outside of Friday Harbor was calm. By the time we left the dock, the wind had cranked up and white caps busted against the bow, blurring the line between sea and surface as sheets of salt spray soaked the aft deck.
Fortunately another captain in the whale watching fleet had sighted killer whales near Lopez Island and we...