National Geographic : 1977 Jan
Pike Place Market after the city made plans to raze it for a parking garage. "Exactly what I said-'Wow!'" The Piper checked out to Dr. Heath's satis faction, and we turned back toward Friday Harbor. Half a mile below us I caught sight of a familiar shape, the island where Frank Wolff and Jim Whittaker and I had encoun tered the octopus some weeks before. Will Nature's Balance Survive? After lunch that day we had snorkeled be side a surface ledge where a herd of harbor seals lay sunning. With the assurance of crea tures unused to man, the seals had joined us for a time in the water, darting gracefully Puget Sound, Sea Gate of the Pacific Northwest among us and now and then approaching within inches to peer curiously and innocent ly into our face masks with luminous brown eyes. The experience had been memorable for all three of us. From the Piper high overhead I failed to make out any forms on the ledge; perhaps the seals were off foraging in some nearby kelp bed for a meal of bass and lingcod. I thought briefly of their chances for survival in an incomparable wilderness both beloved and increasingly threatened by man. The island drifted behind, but the question remained.