It’s kind of funny how you become used to things. When we first started cruising, every time we saw a dolphin was cause for celebration and excitement, but now ten years on, getting to not only see, but actually swim with the wild life has become so common place that it barely ever registers in the logs.

To that end, I’ve been trying to keep our dive camera handy in the hope that I remember to take it with me on one of our little dolphin encounterrs. Well, miracles do indeed happen and we finally remembered during yesterday’s afternoon swim.

Our cast of characters included me and Amy as well as “Nikki” – named for the chunk missing out of her dorsal fin and her young son who as of yet has no name.

Nikki, a long time member of the harbour community, would swim near us, but she was no where as outgoing as her son. He would dart in and out between us at less than a foot distance, all the while chirping and whistling and snorting in our general direction.

He is quite friendly and for better or worse shows no fear of humans what-so-ever. Rarely does a day or two go by that we don't see him and his mother swimming by the boat.

We dove and swam and played for about thirty minutes until we got tired and had to return to the boat. We fired off several action shots of the baby dolphin and a couple turned out ok.

P.S. – If Amy and I were cast in a remake of Dances with Wolves, I think I would be “Swims with Dolphins” and she would be “Sleeps Too Much”.