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
the water, seemiingly on a collision course with ourof our trip by any measure - came our romp on the
vessel.Sort of a black and white torpedo with eyes,wild side
fin, flippers, and fluke!The Kansas lady to my rightwith the orcas (killer whales), including the eight-ton
gave a 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
Seconds later, and only a scant four yardscruise not one but two separate killer
from our starboard rail, the orca suddenly dove, hiswhale pods, a half-dozen or so animals in each
body and dorsal disappearinggroup, joined 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 onlyexhale.Another time the voice from the bridge
one 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 citythree dozen or more, were sleeping, lounging,
of Seward. Our ship was thecrawling, and 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 duringjust off shore. Some looked dark gray, almost black;
some 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 11:30650 pounds for the more
a.m., shortly after we arrived in the Resurrectiondiminutive females. Even from within the lounge of
Bay city aboard the Alaska Railroad morning trainour vessel 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,
Chris and Roy. They advised us:"Keep your hat onseabirds including cormorants, American bald eagles,
your head. We don't go back for hats unless you arepuffins (with little round
wearing"football" bodies and parrot-like beaks, the most
one.""If you see any folks in the water, throw themcomical-looking bird to fly over
a life ring - whether of not theyand dive into northern seas), black-legged kittiwakes,
are from this vessel.""A few nautical terms: 'Port'and (my personal favorite)
means left, 'starboard' means right, 'aft' is towardmurres. These incredible alcids can dive while fishing
the back of the vessel and the 'bow' is the pointyto a depth of 300 feet below
end of the boat."And, "If you feel seasick, go aft tothe water's surface or more. Wow! That's equal to
the rail on the lower deck. Repeat, aft!"Shortlythe height of a 30-story building.
thereafter we had a tasty lunch, deli-style, consistingBecause of their black and white coloring some folk
of breadedcall them "penguins of the
chicken or breaded fish (or both), apple chips, choicenorth;" I prefer to think of penguins as "murres of
of light beverage, and cookies.Our meal wasthe south."And what would an Alaska cruise be
interrupted (we didn't mind) by the sight of our firstwithout glacier 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 lowera few small "growler" bergs into
legs 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,"ended about 5:30 p.m., just in time to board our rail
said one of our captains speakingcars for 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
darling..." coming from all overtheir
the lounge. One of our table mates, Pat Horner ofmemory caches as among the best trips in the
New Jersey, was enthralled.north country.Come this spring, summer, or fall you
"Nothing like this in New Jersey," she told us. Hercould do a 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