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Friday, July 18, 2025 | Whale!
Day 11 of the trip from Hawaii to Prince Rupert. This day started as misty as it ended. But out of the blue (actually the white) came a surprise—another whale! It was alone and we only saw it twice before it returned back into the deep, but still! We think it was a humpback and that it was alone. We are also changing to Prince Rupert time, one hour at a time, and today I was on the “lucky watch” that only had a two-hour shift (just joking, but the real win is not having your rest cut). To end the day, we were treated to a “pudding,” which apparently is a dessert that is not necessarily pudding. Today it was, in fact, a blueberry crumble pie. The “pudding” was amazing—thanks, Mary!
Lovis H. | FALKEN Apprentice
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