Saturday the plan was to SUP with Jeff at Ponquogue, but the annual Dance of the Documents to get a parking pass was a bust…I had everything needed for previous years but not this year. As I protested I got a text from Jeff:
There’s a pod of whales off shore. Come quick.
This was the crushing blow. Not only was I not going to get to SUP this day, but I was missing an opportunity to see whales. I’ve never seen a whale in my life, and I’ve tried! Whale watching boat rides for me have been a bust, and I’ve learned to keep quiet about this bucket list item of mine, because my luck has always been so bad. I’m a loser baby.
Sunday afternoon Sally wanted to go to an ocean beach, so we drove over to Flying Point and set up near the water. I’m not the biggest beach enthusiast…I see enough of them windsurfing!...but I thought MAYBE whales will come by again, despite my ridiculous luck. There we were in our beach chairs, the wife reading a book while I scanned the waters. And it looked like there was a school of fish out there! I could see them occasionally jump, and I thought “they’re probably running from bluefish” but I double secretly thought “maybe these are the bunker that the whales have shown up to eat”. I sat there like an eight year old staring at the spot where I saw the school of fish…perhaps 200 yards out…and mentioned it to Sally, when suddenly a blessed whale breached right in the middle of them. It was wonderful! On the beach we could hear gasps in all directions, and people walked down to the water to look. The whale was gone for 20 seconds, then we got a spout of water out of its blow hole, then it breached again, a bigger jump.
The beach cheered.
A sucker for applause, the whale gave us one more breach before it was time to go elsewhere to eat fish. A day later and I’m still lit up!
(Photo: A whale at Ponquogue on Saturday. Pic by Jeff Schultz)
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