Monthly Archives: August 2014

It was just another day at Orca Camp (until this happened)

The haunting call of a distant foghorn roused us out of our tents yesterday. Stumbling, sleepy-eyed onto the beach we looked out over the water, hoping to see those familiar flukes and fins we’ve been so mesmerized by all season long…instead, we saw only a thick blanket of fog beyond the shoreline, swaddling the Johnstone Strait in a dream-like mist as far as we could see. When morning breaks like this, you can’t help but lean into the day, slowly…starting …