"The last ever dolphin message was misinterpreted as a surprisingly sophisticated attempt to do a double-backwards-somersault through a hoop whilst whistling the 'Star Spangled Banner', but in fact the message was this: So long and thanks
for all the fish!"
Dolphins know things.
They are laughing at us, and they know things.
It's of great consolation to me, that they are smiling. So in the great cosmic
scheme of things, whatever they know, it's good.
We are still thrilled and amazed at every sighting of them. We have seen hundreds of them on our trek across the Gulf, and they play games with us.
We have observed them jumping,
twirling, literally surfing, feeding, and frolicking. During one rough afternoon on the Gulf, when I had spent several hours hurling my guts into a bucket, I looked over and saw two of them catch the peak of a wave and body surf across it. Green as I was,
it made me feel better. This is just a big playground for them.
Sometimes, we really feel like they are escorting us. They tend to appear as we enter a harbor, bay, channel, or river. I have learned, while at the helm, not to get distracted
by their presence, and stay my course.
I kind of lift my chin and give them a "Hey what's up? kind of look. Nonchalant. While deep inside I'm giddy like a groupie. That's me. A dolphin groupie.
They appear and disappear
like ghosts. We are always watching for them, and we are rarely disapointed.
But they don't hang out. And by the time I get a camera in my hand, forget about it.
Conversation between 2 dolphins:
what ya want to do today?"
"I don't know, what do YOU want to do?"
"Let's find some cruising boats, and screw with them"
"Ya, sounds good, I got a thing I gotta do at two, so, let's head on out."
Fred to go too, he loves it when they get all excited and run get their cameras!"
"Sure, I'll give him a click,squeak."
They know things.