I'm sitting on a bluff looking west over Haro Strait - an immense, slate-gray artery of the Salish Sea's connection to the Pacific Ocean. The boys are down on the beach below, carousing in the sunshine. I see plumes, just south.
"The whales are coming back," I shout at the top of my lungs. The boys and my husband come scrambling up the hillside. My husband and older son move down in front of me. We are 50 feet above the water, a natural amphitheater overlooking this cove. We've already seen some of the Southern Resident killer whales swim by earlier, at Lime Kiln Point just north of us. But something's different this time. I see my son, camera in hand, hunched forward in awe. The whales spread out. They're in fishing formation. All ten of them in an arrow-straight line, side-by-side like a living wave, coming right towards us. My younger son sits with me, rapt.
Our sons look out over Penn Cove. (Photo: Rachel Clark)