The boat spluttered out of Elkhorn Slough, nosing cautiously into the open water of Monterey Bay. A chilling cloak of fog wrapped itself thickly around the little vessel. The sounds of Moss Landing harbor died in the gurgle of the spluttering exhaust.
Perhaps the fog would clear a mile or so off shore, and conditions for whale watching would improve. That is the thing with whale watching; the weather is always ready to play her tricks and determine the quality of the experience.
The previous mooring had been a whale fest. Clear skies and Humpbacks churning in great numbers. What a difference 24 hours makes on the Bay. Captain Kate shut off the engine and we rocked silently inside the clouds. Only the water bells jingling on the hull reminded us that we were still on the endless Pacific Ocean. Silence. Silence. Silence. Wheeeeeesh!!! A sudden burst of sound from the…
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