Friday, March 5, 2010
As the winds increased my efforts to keep warm were dwindling and yet I became a bit more competitive in my search to spot a whale. I was even pleased to discover a few dolphins between the waves, white caps and sun. Then I plopped down on the top step of the Clicker Beach walkover and put on another layer and started rubbing my hands together to try and get the circulation going.
The bird activity picked up again. I spotted another dolphin or maybe the same one returned knowing I was there alone, waiting and watching. It was unusual that there were no fishing boats out on the waters and as I looked around I noticed that the few people that were out walking when I arrived had all disappeared and the few shore fishermen south towards the pier had also left. I was really alone. My hands were freezing. My body couldn't stop shivering and before I picked up my whale bag to move to San Gabrial it came to me that we only have a few weeks left of whale watching and so I took another look and as I did I couldn't help but think what a nice gentle turn my life has taken in such a few short weeks.