Johnstone Strait has been in my psyche for as long as I can remember. The Northern Residents, the rubbing beaches, the classic scenery of the Pacific Northwest. Though I really didn't have time for a trip to the north of Vancouver Island, I couldn't leave without visiting. And, after all, the A pod call is my all time favorite - hel-lo.
Nature at its best, does it's own thing, and K-pod was making a somewhat uncustomary traverse through the Strait at the end of my 7-hour ocean voyage. Yes, the whales I'd seen the previous two days out of Sidney. Yes, I saw my first bear and yes I saw Transients, but oh, for A pod, who were lingering up by Telegraph Cove and too far for us on this such brief moment in the life of the leviathans. Hard not to be content with what I saw, and yet, as always with humans, we always want more. Next time A pod.
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