You two have met in the mouth of Baja’s San Ignacio Laguna, as you bobbed in a ranger boat on a much-coveted 90-minute permitted tour. He, along with his nurserymates, were born over the past few weeks, back in the protected coves of the lagoon, and are spending a few months nursing and growing and learning before migrating north to Alaska. Today, though, he’s all yours. He surfaces just off the rail, almost capsizing your small fishing dory. He performs a spy hop (as his maneuver is called) and, when you reach out to rub him, he seems to enjoy it. You may kiss his forehead, but the ranger says that what he really loves to have his lips scratched. Indeed, he lingered by the rail, suspended in the water, soaking up the attention.