Daybreak, San Juanico. Small waves crash upon the rocks at First Point and early light colors everything. Gulls rise and fall searching their breakfast, and to my back, the full moon pulls the tide through extreme ranges of high and low. This morning, barely a swath of sand. Mid-morning, none at all. Easy days of surf and friendship. Cal and Cynthia share their home on the hilltop, and their son, Justin visits from Idaho.
Dawn - Isla Carmen - 5 November 2009
In the distance, a rooster opens his throat to the sky.
Light spills gently over the soft curves of Isla Carmen, and the morning star slowly fades from view.
Overhead, a heron squawks. The woosh of wings neraly as loud as his vocalizations. A gull, a pelican .. a splatter of fish.
Day break.
There’s never a bad day by the Sea of Cortez. There might be challenges, but between the morning sunrise behind Isla Carmen and the drifting pink clouds to the sunsets in the west, the constancy of the water both soothes and heals my entire being.
Pelicans drift mere fractions of an inch from the edge of the water.
The neighborhood osprey swoops through searching for prey.
Arctic and royal terns, down from the icy flows of Alaska join the cormorants, gulls and boobies in the shallow frenzy for sardines and other bait fish.
Off shore, whales, dolphins and rays entertain with dives, rolls and flops. The sea is alive with fish – grouper, dorado, sailfish, yellowtail, bluefin, bonita, and marlin.
The synergy between the sea and the land is subtle, yet integral. Nutrients washed through summer storms feed the ecosystem, while the sea keeps the coastline a subtle notch cooler.
Mornings begin for me with hot coffee, journaling and then a long walk on the beach or a paddle/swim in the sea. The constancy .. the ability to trust that it will always be there.
Martin & Catharine - Dawn at Second Poin
.. of the swell.. a few head high sets drift through with extended waits between. I paddle out at sunrise with Martin so that I can catch a few before I start my drive south to La Paz. The seas are glassy. We have all the waves to ourselves. It is quiet with a few fish jumping around us. On the cliff face, campers move from sleep to lounge chairs, hot coffee in their hands. There is such a sweet community in this small town – both the locals and the visitors come together with what feels like open hearts. Last night, at Yadri’s Tacos, more talk talk talk of surf and more surf. Everyone happy. Everyone smiling. Life feels very very very rich.
Dawn .. Second Point .. San Juanico
“Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we have learned here. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and the acceptance of love back into our hearts.” -Marianne Williamson
New Years 2009
“People who throw kisses are hopelessly lazy.”
Bob Hope (1903 – 2003)
Baja Dreaming 
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