Leaving the bay is hard to do when the water is glassy calm. There is something so profoundly magical about the stillness of the Alaskan ocean in the dead of winter. The snow capped peaks reflect in the smooth, shiny surface of the heart of Tutka Bay. Often times ripples emerge where an otter or seal surface, but this morning it’s the bustling wake of the Mojo, a dear friends boat we are using, that trembles the calm waters as we depart this heavenly experience.
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