A Tale of Whales and a Whale of a Tour

The big black and white killer whale -- his four-footfrom the skipper's mike. "Flipper in a tux. He weighs
sail-like dorsal fin erect and rising from a long sleekabout 300 pounds and can
black and white body -- came slicing rapidly throughtravel upwards of 35 miles an hour."Then - highlight of
the water, seemiingly on a collision course with ourour trip by any measure - came our romp on the wild
vessel.Sort of a black and white torpedo with eyes, fin,side
flippers, and fluke!The Kansas lady to my right gave awith the orcas (killer whales), including the eight-ton
little gasp. "Might it hit us?" she askedmale who threatened to
plaintively.No time for her husband to answer."torpedo" us.Incredibly, during the course of our cruise
Seconds later, and only a scant four yardsnot one but two separate killer
from our starboard rail, the orca suddenly dove, hiswhale pods, a half-dozen or so animals in each group,
body and dorsal disappearingjoined us to frolic close by
from view. His course took him directly under (notour vessel.Both groups paced us, raced us, and
into!) our boat. A mad scramblesurrounded us when we slowed.
ensued as all of us raced through and around theThey rolled, sounded, made shallow breaches, and
ship's forward lounge to the portapproached literally within
side of the vessel. Most of us made it in time to seeinches of our ship.Once, ignoring the rain and looking
the great dorsal resurface. Thestraight down from my post at the forward
creature thrust mightily with his horizontal fluke andport rail, I found myself gazing incredulously into one
sped away at incredible speed."Oh my," said Kansascreature's "blow" hole! Thank
Lady, "that was a sight.""Oh yes," replied Kansas Man,goodness he didn't take that moment to
"a sight indeed."But the great thing was, it was only oneexhale.Another time the voice from the bridge
of many memorable moments that dayannounced the presence of Steller's sea
as we cruised the waters of Resurrection Bay andlions, the first of several large or smaller sightings. A
Kenai Fjords National Park on anbig bunch of them, maybe
afternoon excursion out of the historic Alaskan city ofthree dozen or more, were sleeping, lounging, crawling,
Seward. Our ship was theand climbing on rocky
Alaskan Explorer, one of several sightseeing vesselsbeach ledges at the base of a steep granite cliff. A
operated by Kenai Fjords Tours.few were swimming in the water,
In spite of absolutely rotten rainy weather during somejust off shore. Some looked dark gray, almost black;
portions of the trip, we (wifeothers were light rusty brown
Marilyn and I) enjoyed one of the best waterbornein color. "Actually," we were told, "they are all the
excursions we have eversame color. Their fur just looks
experienced. Proof indeed that in Alaska one shoulddark when they're wet." Whatever their coloration,
never forgo the pleasures of anthese were impressive specimens,
outing just because of inclement weather; just dressweighing in at a ton or more for the bulls, but "only"
warmly, in layers, for it.The trip began about 11:30 a.m.,650 pounds for the more
shortly after we arrived in the Resurrectiondiminutive females. Even from within the lounge of our
Bay city aboard the Alaska Railroad morning trainvessel we could hear their
from Anchorage. After leaving theincessant growls and bellowing.Throughout our cruise,
dock we heard words of welcome and instructionin spite of the weather, we saw a goodly number of
from not one but two skippers,seabirds including cormorants, American bald eagles,
Chris and Roy. They advised us:"Keep your hat onpuffins (with little round
your head. We don't go back for hats unless you are"football" bodies and parrot-like beaks, the most
wearingcomical-looking bird to fly over
one.""If you see any folks in the water, throw them aand dive into northern seas), black-legged kittiwakes,
life ring - whether of not theyand (my personal favorite)
are from this vessel.""A few nautical terms: 'Port'murres. These incredible alcids can dive while fishing
means left, 'starboard' means right, 'aft' is towardto a depth of 300 feet below
the back of the vessel and the 'bow' is the pointy endthe water's surface or more. Wow! That's equal to
of the boat."And, "If you feel seasick, go aft to the railthe height of a 30-story building.
on the lower deck. Repeat, aft!"Shortly thereafter weBecause of their black and white coloring some folk
had a tasty lunch, deli-style, consisting of breadedcall them "penguins of the
chicken or breaded fish (or both), apple chips, choicenorth;" I prefer to think of penguins as "murres of the
of light beverage, and cookies.Our meal wassouth."And what would an Alaska cruise be without
interrupted (we didn't mind) by the sight of our firstglacier viewing? The ice river we
critter of thesaw and photographed and ogled over that day was
day, a solitary sea otter who drifted by on the portHolgate Glacier. Not the biggest
side of the ship. ("Left?" someoneon the Pacific coast by any means, but a beautiful,
asked. "Yeah, left.") The creature was reclining inclassic tidewater glacier with
classic sea otter pose - flat on hisdeep blue colors and an impressive face that calved
back in the water, paws under his chin, with lower legsa few small "growler" bergs into
and tail tucked up toward histhe sea to the delight of all on board.Our excursion
tummy."He weighs about 100 pounds and he has," saidended about 5:30 p.m., just in time to board our rail cars
one of our captains speakingfor the
from the bridge, "one of the densest coats onreturn trip to Anchorage.It was, all agreed, a
earth."We heard lots of "Oohs," "Aaahs," and "Isn't hemarvelous tour, one that Alaska visitors can put in their
darling..." coming from all over
the lounge. One of our table mates, Pat Horner ofmemory caches as among the best trips in the north
New Jersey, was enthralled.country.Come this spring, summer, or fall you could do
"Nothing like this in New Jersey," she told us. Hera lot worse than book one of
daughter, Gayle Newfeld ofthese tours. More information is available on the
Kodiak, has seen plenty of sea otters near herinternet at Travel Writer Michael Miller lives in Juneau
Alaska home digs. But she, like us,where he writes newspaper and
was thrilled as well.Next on our mammal list came amagazine articles as well as Alaska guidebooks. He
Dall's porpoise, about a hundreds yards toalso publishes a comprehensive
starboard. "He's one of the fastest swimmers in theinformational website about Alaska cruising.
North Pacific," said the voice