I can't speak to the aroma.
Maybe we were upwind. The sound the whale makes when it blows, on the other hand, is just like the one made by those high-pressure fire extinguishers: an assertive whoosh.
Then it eases itself back beneath the surface of the water and glides along while, no doubt, considering whether to put on a real show for the people nearby by leaping like it's in an insurance company ad or by merely flashing a little tail.
It's always an amazing thing to see a whale in person, which in part explains the appeal of what the marketing wizards at CruiseWest call its Baja Whales & Wildlife Cruise.
The other part is Baja Peninsula, which, except in the ridiculous heat of midsummer, is an intriguing destination for a variety of reasons. But back to the cruise.
Calling it "a cruise" is obligatory, because it has all the symptoms: You board the 217-foot Spirit of Endeavour, unpack only once, sleep in moderately snug quarters, dine on schedule with strangers and don't stay in any port longer than a few hours. There is some pampering, which, at these prices (expect to pay about $6,000-$7,000 per couple for the week), there had better be.
And there are differences. Anyone expecting bingo, conga lines, belly-flop contests, blackjack, baked-Alaska parades, Rockin' With the '60s revues or 4,000 fellow passengers (there were 72 on our run) will be disappointed.
But this isn't a National Geographic Channel climb-the-rigging bare-bones expedition either. It certainly isn't a seven-day science lecture. When not cozying up to seagoing mammals, cold beer is there to be consumed, sometimes on white sand beaches. People are offered kayaks and enough instruction to make them fun, even for novices. They snorkel. They laugh.
There is silliness, even during the obligatory science lectures. Allan Morgan, distinguished shipboard naturalist, on how to deal with scorpions in the desert:
"Don't find any scorpions."
So is this finally the cruise for people who have vowed never, ever, ever to take a cruise?
Well, here's what it was for sure:
For seven days in late January and early February, the Spirit of Endeavour sailed from Cabo San Lucas partway up Mexico's Sea of Cortes (aka the Gulf of California) and back, communing with whatever swam or flew her way.
In those seven days, we saw and identified 39 species of bird, including two varieties of woodpecker, two shades of pelican and a pair of boobies -- the blue-footed and the brown.
One morning an entire herd of bottleneck dolphins danced in our wake.
Another afternoon, as a bunch of folks enjoyed a nature walk with Morgan on Isla Partida, a maverick guest scratching his way up a hillside above the group accidentally flushed out a black jack rabbit. That's impressive because black jack rabbits exist nowhere else in the world except on a couple of these islands, and because when left alone, they're nocturnal (which probably explains its choice of coat). This was daytime.
"We never would've seen it," Morgan said, "if someone hadn't been walking up there."
Snorkelers off Isla Espiritu Santo on Day 2 identified Mexican goatfish, coronet fish and pufferfish. I personally identified some kind of fish with stripes. Others, most of whom clearly had never been in a kayak, kayaked. Many did both.
On the morning of Day 5, we were anchored off Los Islotes, not far from La Paz. This would be the morning that those who dared would don their snorkel gear and wetsuits and swim with California sea lions.
Marine biologist Deborah Purse was our exploration guide. In her talk the night before, she had briefed everyone on sea lion protocol.
"Avoid wearing anything shiny," she said. "They might come up and nip at it. And just be aware -- these are wild animals. They are curious. They like to explore you."
Now, this is not an experience limited to cruise-ship passengers. Private boats based in La Paz haul people out most days during winter tourist season.
But the Endeavour crew got passengers in the water before 9 a.m., and long before anyone else. The sea lions evidently were happy to see them.
"Someone got in -- I don't know who it was -- and three of them came up," said Joey Terriquez of Dillon, Colo. "God, they were fun."
The rest of us waited until the swimmers left and had to be satisfied gawking from the dry safety of our inflatable boats, gawking especially at huge males that ruled harems of as many as 15 females.
Cozy cruising
When we weren't swimming with sea lions or snorkeling or kayaking or nature-walking with Morgan, we were likely on a beach that separates desert from sea, staring at impossibly blue water and sharpening our senses with the assistance of one or two cold Mexico-produced malt beverages.
Daily, we landed at least somewhere, did something, all accomplished in an atmosphere of minimal intensity and, it being a ship this size, human scale.
That's key. Rob Earle, captain of the vessel and a 12-year CruiseWest veteran, knows it.
"I've had people," said Earle, "when we're in a port with large cruise ships -- Skagway [Alaska] or someplace like that -- they'll come up and say, 'What is this?'
"We'll tell them, and they'll say, 'Oh, I wish I had known there was something like this. ...'"
The two town stops were refreshing in their own way.
Loreto, at least the older part of town, is a charmer. Home of the first of upper and lower California's Spanish missions, the restored "mother mission" remains a draw; here, too, we experienced our one extra-cost excursion of the entire cruise: "Ceviche by the Sea."
Before it was over, about 10 participants would take tortilla dough and, using only our hands and a technique perfected over centuries, shape them into what could only charitably be described as "tortillas."
Later, under the guidance of our host, Sofia Rodriguez, we assembled our own ceviche -- a dish combining raw fish "cooked" in juice with various condiments. That was easier than the tortillas.
Still later, along the walls of the old mission, we were treated to wine, cheese, bolillo (a local bread) and a concert by two singers, one of whom -- a 13-year-old named Jacobo Davis Morillo -- could be the next American Idol if we ever straighten out our immigration mess.
The other town, La Paz, once was a major (if sleepy) sport-fishing destination. Today, this state capital of 190,000 is less sleepy but pleasant to poke around.
The payoff
And if this is starting to read like I'm holding back before springing the really good stuff on you, here it comes:
We saw three kinds of whale.
The first, a humpback, was spotted just off Cabo, on the evening we sailed. We saw the spout and a sliver of body, but it was distant, a tease.
On Day 3, the Endeavour sailed into Puerto Escondido and disgorged its passengers onto comfortable motor coaches for a twisting two-hour drive across the peninsula to the Pacific Ocean shoreline at Bahia Magdalena.
Puerto Lopez Mateos, on Bahia Magdalena, is a fishing village.
In October, gray whales leave Alaskan waters. By late January, they are at Puerto Lopez Mateos.
"They come down here," Morgan had said, "to breed and to calve. This is one of the three calving areas in the Baja area."
When it's whale season on Bahia Magdalena -- which lasts 2 1 / 2 months there -- the fishermen use their little 22-foot pangas to take visitors out among the whales.
On this day, we were the visitors.
A boatman would spot a spout, and off we'd go in a loose cluster as the whale submerged. Then, the whoosh, and up she'd come.
From a small boat, it is something to see.
The typical adult gray whale is 39 feet long, occasionally as long as 50 feet, which in either case dwarfs our pangas. Sometimes the whale by our side would be alone; sometimes there would be a calf. Seeing a whale that close never, ever gets old.
Question: Is it harassment? Do we bother the whales? Not really, Morgan said.
"If the whales didn't want to be here, they would lose you," he said. "They have a choice."
Moments later, a monster gray whale bulled directly toward the starboard side of our panga -- we didn't spot it until the last second -- ducked underneath and surfaced on the other side, rising so close that some passengers screamed in terror-delight while others scrambled as best they could to focus their cameras and videocams.
Was it playing? Ticked? We will never know.
We were out there for two hours -- long enough to see thousands of pelicans, startled by something unseen, rise explosively from their roosts like a great brown cloud before resettling; long enough to see a great blue heron, clearly aware of our presence, glide above shoreline mangroves before stopping to observe; long enough to see a lot of things.
But it's the whales we'll remember.
"I figured we'd see whales," David Logan, a passenger from Florida, said afterward, "but I never thought we'd be that up-close and personal."
And it wasn't over.
On the morning of Day 4, back in the Sea of Cortes, a blue whale was spotted off our bow. We followed this whale for an hour.
"I wasn't expecting to see blue whales yet," Morgan said, as surprised and thrilled as the rest of us. It was twice the size of the grays we saw.
After surfacing, spouting and submerging several times, there was a wait until it finally surfaced again, let out a whoosh, arched its back for one great dive -- its huge fluke lifting out of the water -- then sliding down as if it was a gesture of farewell.
In every way, an inspiring, relaxing, fun cruise in a special place.
Even with whales in need of a mint.
Alan Solomon writes for the Chicago Tribune.
IF YOU GO
THE CRUISE
Baja Whales & Wildlife by CruiseWest
-- Eight days, seven nights round-trip from Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, up the Sea of Cortes (also known as the Gulf of California) along the Baja Peninsula. Stops in La Paz, Loreto and several islands, plus there is a motor coach drive across the peninsula to the Pacific side for whale-watching. Sailings offered December-March 2008.
THE PASSENGERS
On this cruise, probably 80 percent were 60 or older, and most of them were active participants in such water sports as kayaking and snorkeling. This is not a cruise for the passive or children.
THE SHIP
The Spirit of Endeavour, our ship on this cruise, is being replaced next season by the similar but slightly longer Spirit of Yorktown: 257 feet long, 138 passengers. (Royal Caribbean's Freedom of the Seas, by comparison: 1,112 feet long, 3,634 passengers.)
Expect standard staterooms to be comfortable, smallish but not claustrophobic. All have a window or porthole; there are no inside cabins.
COST
From $2,399 per person, shared cabin; most are in the $3,049-$3,549 range. Prices vary. Two days each of kayaking and snorkeling are included, along with one dedicated whale-watching day and escorted cultural diversions. Meals are included with alcoholic beverages extra.
INFORMATION
Call 888-851-8133 or go to cruisewest.com.
[ALAN SOLOMON]