Having grown up in Los Cabos, I’m no stranger to whales. I saw them for the first time when I arrived there at the age of 9, driving with my mom and some friends to a lookout point where we could see them from afar while having a picnic. Then on a boat, where a calf put out such a great show, breaching over and over again right next to us, even splashing us. Then a couple of years ago I had a gray whale at petting distance in San Ignacio Lagoon in the North side of Baja California Sur.
Sometime later I had the pleasure of watching them breach in Costa Rica and then in Alaska. It was like finding family by chance in another country.
But enough of bragging rights. The point is, while I’d repeat any of those again, it’s going to be hard to top kayaking next to three humpbacks in the Strait of Magellan. That is such a personal connection with this gentle giants I love, and it was amazing to do it with a group of people that appreciated them as I do.
Photo taken at: Strait of Magellan