Fortune. I truly have the greatest job in the world. After a harrowing (near death) experience in the mountains, where I spend my abundant spare time, what better place to return to, than the almighty sea? Only the great expanses of water, with their wind and waves (or lack therof, in this case) could conjure up such a wide array of emotion and majesty. Three days in a row, we have had spectacular trips. Languid rolls, and air held still. Three days, all the same, yet all unique. Each one, hosting only a single trip; tourism has all but come to a halt. Thursday had only four passengers! Yet the whales abound; each trip saw anywhere between 8 and 20 humpbacks. Wednesday, we quickly found 50 Risso’s Dolphin, who boasted some acrobatics. Thursday, hosted over 300 more (as well as bow-riding Pacific White Sided Dolphin AND Northern Right Whale Dolphin)! Friday swapped dolphin for 10 spectacular Dall’s Porpoise (bow riders themselves). I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: every trip is different. From the weather, the whales, and to the crew and passengers: you never know what each trip will hold. Like a great slot machine, each day may prove to be a new jack pot. In a row, we just had three.