So, with only one day left in Laguna Niguel, I woke up this morning and drove to Newport Beach. I paid for my ticket, and earned a few pitying glances when I walked on board and it became clear that I was literally the only person in the group of 50 who chose to came alone. It may have been awkward, but after spotting our first gray whale about 2 minutes after we left the harbor, I was much too delighted to notice.
I love whales. I think that they are beautiful and graceful, and that their migrations and relationships are endlessly interesting. While I watched mother and baby breach the water over and over as they swam up the west coast on their way to Alaska, I was able to savor the moment.
I loved that it was a morning to be utterly enjoyed. I loved that a sea lion followed the whales and tried to coax them into playing. I loved that the winds were high and the water was rough, even though it meant we had to return early to the harbor.
I loved that I was able to see a beautiful member of creation. I loved that it was a moment that I was able to enjoy on my own.
I love that even after returning home, my hair still smells like salt water and sea air.
This is one of my favorite pictures because it captures a moment I hope to have someday.
It is a dream of mine (it's high up on my bucket list) to someday swim with whales and this photo lights that dream up inside of me.
Today however, I was completely content to sit back on a boat with excited tourists and their seasick kids and simply witness their beauty.
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