The reason this mystifies me so much is that I appreciate as much as other less bitter and twisted people, just how cool it is to actually see dolphins in the wild. That day when we went to the Dawesville Channel to see where the whales had been we didn't actually see any whales, but it didn't matter.
Because we did have a beautiful walk on a beautiful evening,
and we saw more dolphins in half an hour than I had seen in my entire life to that point.
And it was seriously cool. I go so excited that I took hundreds of uncool photos of rippling water where dolphins had recently been,
before I actually managed to catch one measly image of one.
The dolphins came right into the canals off the channel. The canals are deep and have very steep sides and the dolphins were leaping out of the water right next to us. We dubbed them a "plod" of dolphins as they were just meandering around so slowly and lingered for so long.
One of the dolphins we saw had some major damage to its dorsal fin. After being told of a possible cause of this from a holidaying marine biologist, I have a new thing to add to my "Not To Do" list: Run over a dolphin with a jet ski. Because that would be uncooler than the even uncoolest dolphin ornament yet created.