A Slimy Mist

“When I turned around, the heads of three killers were spyhopping out of the water, bobbing like mates staring back at me. I grabbed the gunwales of the canoe just as the whales opened their blowholes, covering us in a warm, slimy mist.”

From The Whaler’s Daughter

Photo by Holly Fearnbach, NOAA, courtesy Marine Mammal Commission

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