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WHISKEY ON THE ROCKS
It doesn’t sound special unless the “rocks” are 87,000 years old.  Linda and I took a cruise on the Skorpios II to see glaciers “up close and personal”.  While we’ve seen glaciers from the deck of a Holland American Cruise Line, it’s not quite the same when a small ship (95 passengers) can actually put you at the face of the glacier.  I stood there and looked up.  And up.  And up.  And placed my hand on the face of the glacier and tried to imagine movement in such a gigantic mountain of ice. A surprise was promised, and a surprise was delivered.  One of our guides leaned over the side of the ship and snagged a small iceberg.  It was then chopped up, put into glasses, had whiskey poured over it, and served to all of us.  Now I’m not much of a whiskey drinker (don’t like the taste) but I drained my glass.  After all, how many more times in my life will I have the opportunity to order a drink and not ask for the age of the Scotch but, instead, ask for the age of the rocks.  All was going quite well until someone mentioned the possibility of a cave man urinating in the stream before the glacier formed.  (I thought the whiskey looked a little strange.  Just kidding).
WHALES WATCHING ME
What?  You thought I made a mistake in the title?  Nope.  Travel down into the southern portion of the Baja Peninsula during the “right months” (Early December to early March) and you’ll see what I mean.  The various bays, including Magdalena Bay, are to the west of Baja, and this is where we spent a week camped out in tents on the beach (Oh My back!) Each morning we woke up to a bay filled with dozens of spouts from mother grey whales and their offspring.  I can contrast that to “whale watching (?)” off Cape Cod, where the closest we got to a whale was the captain saying:  “See that oily patch on the ocean? That means that a whale was just recently here” Oh, Please!

Don’t want to “rough it” in a tent?  There are some companies that use motels and local restaurants, or use small ships to enter the bays and also the Sea of Cortez to the east of the peninsular.   Some trips are more physically active than others involving kayaking, hiking, etc.  All reputable tours have guides or naturalists aboard, and can only be out on the water in certain areas for specific amounts of time.  What do I remember the most?  A grey whale surfacing nearby looking at me with an eye the size of a dinner plate.   I remember thinking:  We are not the only intelligent beings on the planet – far from it.

And lastly, how can I leave you without telling you my fish guts story. When a whale surfaces, it spouts, and the brew that comes out of its blowhole is not particularly pleasant.  We were told that this means “Good Luck!”  But I wonder…………