Tuesday, August 13, 2019
A Three-Hour Tour
We spent a couple of night in Port Angeles Washington. It is on the strait that separates Washington State from British Columbia. The initial idea, was that we might take the ferry across to Victoria for a few hours. When we were getting close I picked up the ubiquitous tourist map of things to do in _____. And there on the cover were whale watching tours. I had done this once before, in Hawaii, Jay had not, and he had missed the one fluke we saw in seven days on our Alaska Cruise. Jay was more excited about whale watching than the Capital of British Columbia (and dealing with currency and cell phone service for a couple of hours) so the Three Hour Tour it was.
The morning tour left at 9:30, with boarding and instructions starting at 9:00 AM. I recommended leaving the hotel room by 8:30 so we could grab something to eat along the way. Jay is not a morning person, and he had trouble sleeping the night before. About 8 AM I whispered into his ear, want to let this slip to the 3:00 tour? I'll go have breakfast and let you sleep. He responded with, "really, you won't be upset?" Really we were on vacation, this was the unscheduled week. I went in search of eggs benedict - he went back to sleep for a couple of hours.
The 85 foot boat left right on time for the afternoon cruise, the trip out was not to bad. We found a whale, chased him/her for half and hour, then started back towards Port Angeles. And "the weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed." People around me starting turning funny colors, and hanging on for dear life, and hanging over the rail. I went to the snack bar and came back with chilli and hot chocolate and chowed down, watching the fellow passengers and the 4 to 6 foot seas and 20 knot winds. Thanks to "the courage of the fearless crew" we made it back to port in time for a late dinner.
Am I the only one humming an old TV theme song?