Weatherman have been threatening us the last few days with the slight possibility of our vacation enduring some rainfall. Until today nary a drop had affected our plans. Their hedged predictions at long last came true as the showers were unleashed upon us and several other lucky vacationers while we were out to sea. Once again we found ourselves the targets of God’s funny sense of timing.
Boating expeditions aren’t a normal activity for us, but my wife uncovered an intriguing option for a four-hour mission: a whale-watching cruise. A few different companies in the region from Cape Cod to Boston offer the chance for tourists to be ferried toward the Atlantic Ocean near areas where whales are known to gather, feed, dive, or whatever else whales do behind our backs. In a nice touch of inter-company cooperation, the crews of the respective ships keep in contact and notify each other whenever they’ve found whales helpfully swimming and surfacing within view. Following what I’m sure are carfully negotiated boundaries, the ships converge at those sightings and the passengers can enjoy their money’s worth in blowhole expulsions, sleek backs gliding topside, and tails raising proudly before submerging once more.
Slight hitch in our plans: the menace of storm clouds, seen in the above photo lurking high over one of the whale-cruise competitors some 90+ minutes into our voyage. The upper deck cleared out as we all huddled on the slightly drier lower deck, watching the eerie results when water from the sky above clashes with the water below. For long moments we felt like helpless figurines immersed in a snowglobe.
Despite the temporary conditions, we did lay eyes upon live whale parts several times. I’m sad to report the whales weren’t loitering by the dozens, conducting their platoon drills, wrestling each other for fun, or practicing a complicated dance routine. For now suffice it to say we were satisfied with the results, to be displayed here in future installments.
To be honest, once the downpour petered out, the rest of the expedition was sunny, speedy, and nearly therapeutic. Per daily procedure, once our allotted time was up, the ship turned about and headed back to port with pedal to the metal, creating a forceful wind-tunnel effect that was much more fun and powerful than our electric fans back home. Though we reached shore windswept and possibly a little windburnt, my wife and I agreed the overall trip was worth the price, even if the whales refused to perform any neat tricks.