The next morning we were surprised to happen upon a pod of Dall's porpoises.
They darted in front of us, back and forth, racing in front of the boat, sometimes rotating to flash their white side patches and get a better look at us.
We drove in circles and weird loop-d-loops to entice some more playmates.
People rushed to the bow, gasping, throwing their hands up and pointing. We made some confused wakes that threw a poor, trapped kayaker into a tizzy. Poor guy.
Alden caught the fourth fish. Everyone that fished caught a nice salmon and we called it a day.











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