I dragged myself out of my bunk at 0530 hrs again this morning, hoping to catch some more of that magical morning light.

I headed back north, thinking I might try to get some decent pics of those elusive seals. I was in luck. The tide was at their favorite level for catching a siesta —not too high, and not too low. There were about 15 slumbering seals, dreaming of fat salmon, no doubt. This time, I assumed my stealth mode, positioning myself so that I didn’t have to paddle, but let the current carry me toward them, ever so slowly. I started shooting as soon I could shoot with 75X zoom. I clicked away, taking shot after shot, not knowing when they’d scramble for the safety of the water. It was hard to frame anything, because they were all in one big jumble. I just hoped I’d have something worth keeping when I did the editing.