It was 2005 on the far outer coastline of Resurrection Bay...the Kenai Peninsula extending out from southern Alaska. We had left Seward 100 miles behind us early that morning.
Late August is the very end of the Whale season in Alaska...the weather turns cold and the water rough in early September. That is when the whales leave for Hawaii until late Spring. As we rounded the point of the barren rock jutting out of the water we were greeted with thousands of seafaring birds...the sky almost white with flight. This was a sure sign that whales were feeding nearby. The ancient whalers always new that when the birds gathered together....they were feeding on vast schools of fish in the nearby waters and where there were large schools of fish...there were also whales.
The air was already crisp and with the spray of the water and the dampening of the fog rolling in...the signs of an abrupt change in the season were all around us. For one brief day...we were transported to a different world...so alien to a Midwest boy but so grateful to be there.
That late Summer in Alaska was a time of reflection and revitalization for me...I have to return someday.
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