Day 32 - down the Californian coast : part III (Santa Cruz to Half Moon Bay)

It had to happen eventually.  After all my whinging and when we weren't even looking and were instead focussed on the pelicans skating over the wave-tips, sealions and dolphins frolicking and dancing, and sea otters lazing on their backs to crack a shellfish (and fighting off opportunistic, thieving gulls that plagued them), there was a puff of breath in the distance and someone whispered, optimistically, "Whale?".  

Far in the distance, but quite clear through binocs, breath in the air, a shining back, a fluke.  Hurrah.