The whale’s blowhole spray hit me in the face. Within arms reach of our 92-foot sailing ship is a humpback whale that’s getting a little frisky. It’s with unbelievable grace that it maneuvers its gigantic body from one side of the boat to the other followed by a cacophony of camera clicks. Occasionally its tubercle-encrusted head breaks the surface, scoping us out with a quizzical eye.
