There Be Whales

Swimming along the wall, in the dark, the senses are focused, attuned to different things. The feel of the water seemed almost warmer.  Colors seemed brighter.  And somehow, way off in the distance, I heard something special.

Sometimes shrieks, sometimes croons, sometimes a sub-harmonic bass you could almost feel more than hear.  There be whale song – the soul of the ocean.

We left off on a night dive, with the sound of whales in our ears, with the sense that if the ocean has a soul, it was speaking to us. But where are the whales?

Advertisements

Diving the Grand Turk

I hang suspended, hovering, 30 feet high.  Although the temperature is warm, in the 80s, the ground looks as if it’s covered in snow.

Night Lights

It was a chilly February night, and the crowds had only begun to show up.  The Portland Winter Light Festival was the draw and with a messy snowstorm in the forecast, this night was prime to be popular.

King of Scotland

King David II.  I kinda like the sound of that.

Blair Castle

Suppose you were on a scavenger hunt. And suppose they challenged you to find, in the same room, a knight in shining armor and a polar bear.  Where would you go?

The Mecca of Golf

Is there a Mecca for golf?  A place where, if you’ve studied, practiced, applied yourself and achieved even a modicum of proficiency, you can access the holiest of holies?  I’ve been there.

Toasting Haggis

The big Scot stood in the middle of the room, wearing a kilt and sporran, and brandishing a long, serrated knife.  Could it be someone slighted the honor of the Haggis?

Feeling Sheepish

Have you ever chickened out on an opportunity, with no reasonable shot at an encore, and regretted your cowardice?  I have.

And 30 years later, as luck would have it, it seemed I might finally redeem myself.

Of Monsters and Battlefields

Yes, there is a monster hidden in this post somewhere.  But first, the battlefield.

There Can Be Only One

“There can be only one!”

One what?