wound up with nearly two hours’ worth of recorded orca sounds from that afternoon. It was lovely on the water, although after a time I had to begin paddling back southward before the current carried me all the way to Telegraph Cove. The whole time, I was listening to a cacophonic chorus of orcas chattering away, or whatever it was they were doing—singing, perhaps? Or perhaps something more mundane, such as talking about the currents? Or, more likely, communicating in a conceptual way that we cannot comprehend.
