There are a handful of kayakers from the cruise ship, weaving around the islands, and a small inflatable launch has deposited a group of hikers on the beach behind the sailboat. Both groups are a respectable distance from the sailboat, enjoying the still morning.
Suddenly everyone has stopped all movement, a loud exhalation, and spray has occurred in the middle of the bay. An orca pod makes itself known, coming to the surface to breathe, as they feed on the fish arriving with the incoming tide. A baby orca begins playing as it flings itself out of the water, and slaps it's tail, making a loud crack.
In the distant mountains, a howl begins, then another, and another. Suddenly it's a whole pack of wolves singing together, as they celebrate the morning. (Or something like that.)
Holy Cow! We were watching orcas, listening to wolves, with nearby kayakers, and hikers, while standing on the deck of Denali Rose, within the edge of Misty Fjords Natl' Park. I felt like I was living in an Alaska Visitor's Bureau travel brochure. Where's the camera crew when you need them!
(No internet way the heck out here, another SAT phone posting)
