Jerry MikorendaA 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