San Francisco Chronicle
"The fiberglass hull of our kayak vibrated with their squeaking and chirping. Suddenly they were all around us. White torpedoes dove under our hull, sending up clouds of bubbles. A mother and calf swam parallel to us. Another pair surfaced right next to our bow and nuzzled our kayak."
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|John Flinn, "Snorkeling with belugas. No, really"|