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Voyage of the Beagle Oregon State University researchers are using radio tags and weather satellites to study the lives of blue whales and other little-understood marine mammals by Andy Duncan My eyes ﬂutter open but a sleepy brain can’t place the fog,” says Bruce Mate, shooting me a cheery sideways long, lonesome whistle. To tell you the truth, it can’t glance and steering the Suburban into a huge parking even place where I am. Curious eyes study the dirty- lot speckled with cars and trucks, many attached to white ceiling and walls, then a window with ﬂimsy boat trailers. curtains pulled open. The dim outlines of treetops We stop by a sturdy-looking life raft. It looks like come into focus. I remember the driver the night the device I’ve seen ocean explorer Jacques Cousteau before, cutting down an alley and letting me out not zip around in on television documentaries when he’s far from a train station. Hopping out of bed and dress- leaving the Calypso to go ashore. “That’s our vessel,” ing quickly, I throw a few things into a rubber bag and Mate announces. hurry down a long hallway and stairs and out the front The other two members of the crew of the HMSC door of the Hotel State Street. Beagle, as Mate tells me he and his colleagues have named their raft, are busy. But they introduce them- selves. Both seem friendly. Glad to welcome me aboard. There’s the Beagle’s other Mate, Mary Lou.

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My eyes ﬂutter open but a sleepy brain can’t place the

long, lonesome whistle. To tell you the truth, it can’t

even place where I am. Curious eyes study the dirty-

white ceiling and walls, then a window with ﬂimsy

curtains pulled open. The dim outlines of treetops

come into focus. I remember the driver the night

before, cutting down an alley and letting me out not

far from a train station. Hopping out of bed and dress-

ing quickly, I throw a few things into a rubber bag and

hurry down a long hallway and stairs and out the front

door of the Hotel State Street.

Outside the air is salty. I breathe deeply and notice

the sky. It’s lightening to a weak gray as dawn sneaks

up on Santa Barbara, California. There appear to be

stragglers from last night’s Old Spanish Days Fiesta,

an impressive blowout from what I saw while I was

finding my way into the hotel around midnight. Ner-

vously, I reopen the watertight rubber bag: pen, note-

book, extra clothes, candy, sunscreen, still-wrapped 99-

cent plastic air mattress. Okay. Let it begin. I’m ready

to stalk a beast whose tongue weighs more than me

and my entire family (including a couple of uncles).

A bearded, robust-looking man by a middle-aged

Chevrolet Suburban motions for me to get in. It turns

out we’re only blocks from the Santa Barbara Marina,

where the city’s red tile and white stucco motif meets

the vast blue Pacific Ocean.

“What we have is a low overcast bordering on

fog,” says Bruce Mate, shooting me a cheery sideways

glance and steering the Suburban into a huge parking

lot speckled with cars and trucks, many attached to

boat trailers.

We stop by a sturdy-looking life raft. It looks like

the device I’ve seen ocean explorer Jacques Cousteau

zip around in on television documentaries when he’s

leaving the Calypso to go ashore. “That’s our vessel,”

Mate announces.

The other two members of the crew of the HMSC

Beagle, as Mate tells me he and his colleagues have

named their raft, are busy. But they introduce them-

selves. Both seem friendly. Glad to welcome me

aboard.

There’s the Beagle’s other Mate, Mary Lou. She’s

collaborated with Bruce on lots of adventures, includ-

ing raising two children during their 32 years of mar-

riage. When Mary Lou mentions she was an intensive

care nurse until she retired a few years ago, I’m com-

forted. Can’t have too many of those along when your

quarry would dwarf a Tyrannosaurus rex.

And there’s Barbara (Barb to her crewmates) La-

gerquist, a slight, soft-spoken native of Ontario, Cana-

da. When she’s not at sea, I learn, one of her passions

is Ultimate Frisbee, kind of a cross between tossing a

Frisbee among friends and an NFL football game.

“I let some air out in the heat when we broke down

Photo: Tony Stone

Dawn patrol: OSU marine biologist Bruce Mate, left, and

research assistants Barb Lagerquist, center, and Mary Lou Mate

get ready to push off from Santa Barbara’s marina to search for

blue whales. A 90-horsepower engine powers the HMSC Beagle,

a rigid-hulled, inﬂatable raft. Photo: Andy Duncan

Voyage of the Beagle

Oregon State University researchers are using radio tags and weather satellites

to study the lives of blue whales and other little-understood marine mammals

by Andy Duncan

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