So there were these 3 whales.
They came in under the glare of the setting sun to conceal their position - a famous trick from old kamikazee movies.
The ocean was bottomless and boundaryless for 30,000 miles, and when the whales got to land they wanted to rest a little in the coves.
I was there that day, at Cape Flattery, the most northwestern point in the Lower 48.
Some hikers were there too. Trying to chuck Luna bars off the cliffs and into the blowholes.
The whales wondered what was happening.
I ducked through the rain forest and ran up the coast, to take these farewell photos as the whales went north, searching for smarter people.
