This was really sad. This whale was already dead when he beached up north of Seal Rock. People were walking on it, and tearing pieces of it off the body. Quite gross. They don't know what to do with it, because the tides has not washed it off to sea. They think they will bury it somewhere. Marla and I went to see it when it had happened, and Kurt and I went back one week later. Need I tell you how it smelled when downwind?
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