No, this has nothing to do with excrement, nor whales. It’s nothing but my thought when I had a minor confrontation with a sea lion yesterday. Up to this point, I hadn’t seen a single sea lion, or even a seal this summer. I was hoping that would be the case for the rest of the summer and the fall.
That probably sounds contrary to what a lot of paddlers might prefer, but believe me, sea lions in the Columbia River is hardly a delightful thing for fishermen and for me as a paddler. I thought I was seeing a log as I paddled into an area where I knew there had been one (a log) for some time and my only thought was to make a mental note that it was still there. But then it suddenly submerged and I said out loud–to myself–“what the hell” and then I realized it wasn’t a log at all that I had seen. Apparently the log was still there, but this sea lion was using it as a perch as it was just below the surface and made a fine lounge for the animal. Anyway, that might have been the end of it, but this guy had another idea; he thought it would be interesting to cone and check me out. Here he comes–should I head toward shallower water where he can’t do well, or should I try to outrun him. He was coming too fast, so a very loud and commanding “Hey” came out of me. That did the trick; it startled the curiosity out of him and I made my getaway.
I’ll be going to a different location today and hoping not to see that monster, or any of his cousins.