A friend told me there's a grey whale near the marina and that we don't have to pay a gazillion dollars to go on a whale watching tour. I have yet to meet a whale, and I've always wanted to, so tomorrow...
We're going on a whale hunt.
Going on a whale hunt.
But we're not afraid.
No, we're not afraid.
Actually, James and I tried once already to see it. We had a babysitter in, and drove down to the marina, but the fog came in. Couldn't spot a grey whale in the fog. We listened hard for a while, but didn't have patience to wait for long. Plus, it was a little creepy. We couldn't see five feet ahead of us, and the bells were clanging on the boats. AND, there were horror movie scenes playing through my head....so we toddled off to the pub.
But tomorrow, it will be me and the boys, and hopefully a whale. No fog, fingers crossed. We have staying power, don't we boys?
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