Ironically, the day began shortly after I woke up to find
that the water was off in my house - although uncommon, not an unprecedented
event, made somewhat more awkward due to the fact that I have had houseguests
for the past couple of weeks. But we
managed to make a pot of coffee from the chilled water in the fridge and have a
quick breakfast before getting in the car and hitting the road by 8:30 in the
morning.

It has been a number of years since my last trip to Lopez
Mateo to watch the whales, (http://livingloreto.blogspot.mx/2009/03/leviathan-uncertainty.html)
but it was on my visiting Guest's "bucket list" for their trip to
Loreto, and so I was looking forward to the road trip and a day spent
experiencing one of the iconic activities that people come from all over the
world to share. Yet, as someone who
lives here most of the year, it took my friend's visit to break my routine and
make it happen, becoming a tourist where you live is one of the gifts Visitors
bring with them!
Under normal circumstances the drive would be straight
forward, south from Loreto Bay on Highway #1 about 100 km to the intersection
where it continues further south to the next major town of Constitution, but we
would be turning north through the hamlet of Insurgentes, and then about another
35 km west to the coast. However, just
south of Loreto Bay, work has begun on widening the two lane road where it
starts to climb into the Sierra de la Giganta Mountains and traffic has to stop
periodically to allow the workers to proceed, making travel times
unpredictable.
I wanted to get a good start on the day, in case we were
held up by the construction, so we would still arrive
(This project to twin the Highway in this part of the Baja
is a major undertaking that will take years to complete, and millions of
dollars of scarce infrastructure money, but has the potential to make the
biggest impact to access and travel in the Baja since the advent of the
original two lane paved road that opened the peninsula to vehicles 40 years
ago.)
After leaving the main Highway, we made a brief "pit
stop" at the Lay Express supermarket in Insurgentes
and then continued
through town and made the quick left turn onto the Lopez Mateo road, arriving
in the fishing village at a respectable 10:30.
There were not many cars yet in the Port area's surprisingly large
parking lot as we made our way towards a row of whale watching tour booths that
lined the far side of the lot. I went to
the largest of these, "Aquendi" which is a local co-operative of
fishermen who are organized to provide whale watching tours from the port for
the couple of months that the whales are in these calm protected waters. A lucrative alternative to their regular
fishing work that takes place the rest of the year.
A fluently bilingual "front man" greeted us as we
approached the booth and he went on to explain that the boats were for hire at
900 pesos per hour for up to 8 passengers and they recommended 2 or 3 hour
excursion. The three of us could hire
our own boat, or wait for more people to arrive and put together a larger group
and share the cost further. While we
were discussing this, I overheard a returning passenger exclaiming
enthusiastically about how his trip today was even better than the one he had
been on the day before, good news, as up to that point I was unsure how active
the whales would be this late into the Season that had started earlier than
usual in late January.
As we were deciding how long to take a boat out and whether
to wait for more passengers, another couple approached the booth and we soon decided
to make up a group with them and hire the boat for two hours at a cost of 1800
pesos (about $140 US) divided five ways.
After signing in at the desk we were issued with life jackets and headed
through a small cluster of souvenir stands to the dock where about two dozen
"pangas" were tethered waiting for passengers. Soon we were comfortably settled aboard a
clean, well maintained boat, outfitted specifically for passengers with 6
padded benches and Marco, our young Skipper handling the late model Honda 90
horsepower outboard.
This was the place that this spring's babies were
"conditioned" by the mother whales to build their stamina for the
long swim from here north to Alaska, and it was where the last of this Season's
specimens were to be found. As we
approached this open water, there were three or four other pangas in the
distance and we joined them, watching the surrounding water for signs of the
whales we had come to see. Within 15
minutes or so our observations were rewarded with the first "hump"
being spotted rising out of the water 50 yards or so distant. As we and the other boats slowly converged in
the general area, soon we were seeing more and more activity with pairs of
massive backs (mother and baby) rising side by side, exhaling plumes of spray
and then disappearing - sometimes reappearing again a few hundred yards away.
So, what does a whale feel like? Imagine an underinflated rubber inner tube,
with skin that felt like the surface of a wetsuit - but unexpectedly warm to
the touch, not at all like the feel of a cold blooded fish in the water. The experience went on over a dozen or more
of these encounters that usually started with an area of calmer water appearing
amidst the choppy waves, then the water changed color from blue/green to
grey/white as their backs slowly rose to the surface and their spine broke
through. This was usually followed by
them venting through their blowholes a noisy spray of fine mist and then easing
back into the waves and disappearing again.
My words cannot come close to communicating the impact of
that hour or so of cross species contact, my previous visits paled by
comparison, and I now share the enthusiasm I had previously thought exaggerated
by others who had had similarly close encounters. So I have included a few brief clips below (courtesy of my Guest Steve) of
one of the many of these moments we experienced and hope you can share in some
of the magic of these encounters.
Finding a unexpected new level of experience, that will stay with me as
a memory for years, while sharing a popular "tourist" experience with
visiting friends is one more way I am thankful for "Living Loreto"!