Monday: Heading down-island to Victoria. Got luggage and two dogs. Sal was down at the beach with it all and was waiting for me while I had gone around to the other side to get the boat.
A few minutes later I was leaving the dock. I was about 60-70 feet away when I heard something. It was a little ‘whoosh’, almost a whisper. Like the wind in a bush. But I was moving through the water and the engine was running. It didn’t really register. I was heading around the point and going a bit slow to rid myself of the rainwater in the bilge. I wasn’t focused.
And then a fin appeared.
Then another. Then a few more. Within seconds, I had twelve or so white-sided dolphins slicing along right beside me. A few more were not five feet from the boat. It was very cool. I ambled along at just a few knots and they zoomed around me, under the boat and criss-crossing in front. Like in the movies, ya know? Just like dolphins are supposed to do. And, I confess, I spoke to them.
“Hey guys! Waddya up to, eh? Playing around this time o’the morning?” And further nonsense like that. I was pretty amused. We see dolphins all the time but it is rare that any come up close and I have never had a dozen or so frolic around me. It was very neat.
But I was slowly making my way in a southerly direction to the point and I was going to turn around it and head in a northwesterly direction. I fully expected them to keep their heading and that we’d part. Not so! When I turned, they turned with me! And so it was that I was accompanied several hundred yards around the headland of our property by dolphins.
As I turned into the beach where Sally was waiting, they simply dropped out of sight. Went deep. Disappeared. Gone.
No big deal. I know that. But it was early, I was still sleepy and subdued, not overly keen on driving all day. Maybe a smidge grumpy. But not after them! It was uplifting. It cheered me up. I picked up Sal with a smile.
A dolphin escort will do that.