Buster (the Bajanese) loves to SUP with me, and our morning paddles are a great solace for both of us. Paddling up the coast we have been gifted with turtles, dancing rays, leaping fish, skimming pelicans, diving terns & osprey. The light on the water some mornings, a reason to pause in honor of the stunning beauty of the Sea of Cortez nestled against the small city of Loreto.
Yesterday, Buster was in rare form. He stood tirelessly on the ‘bow’ of my SUP board searching for anything that moved. When we both spied the small fish (already in it’s last gasp) he was unstoppable. He lept off the board and could not be cajoled back. Each time he reached to catch it in his mouth, the fish would swivel and turn – both spooking him and enticing him on. But he was close. Oh so close ….
Sighting the Fish
Chasing down the fish.
It’s My Fish
This was ‘his’ fish, and I was not to spoil the moment. I tried paddling away. He didn’t seem to care. I yelled at him to get back on the board (we did have a flight to catch). Finally, I had to yank his sweet wet hairy body from the water and keep his head turned away from the fish.
Yes, we left the fish in our wake. And yes, the little hunter had his day. And yes, we made our flight, sadly leaving Loreto – so we could once again return.
The moon races past quarter toward half. It’s light begins to occlude the Milky Way, but the brighter stars still shimmer in the darkened sky. Buster and I walk the ‘hood’ and listen to horses whinnying in the distance, mingled with a few car noises on distant Mex 1. The quiet is decidedly soothing … a smile turns up the corners of my lips and I thank my friends for all their support and help to get me here.
Before I headed south, I had counted the days left in my Laguna home by the phases of the moon .. How many full? How many new moons? Now, the count moves in the other direction. The mind begins to settle. The heart begins to find its own rhythm.
“The Desert Dreams of Water” is the name of a series of photographs I took in different desert locations. My experience of the dried earth in sparsely vegetated areas of the desert is that the dream of water is never more than a breath away. During and after a rain storm, the earth opens up in a plethora of scents and colors and growth that is staggering. All dormancy slides away with water born from the heavens.
In Baja, those oasis that dot the peninsula do so because of the existence of water – precious water that is never to be wasted or taken for granted. The palm groves an inland rivers of San Ignacio and Mulege are prime examples of nature’s gardens. The town of Loreto, tucked off the main highway for decades, shimmers with shades of green when approached by the sea.
Vegetation provides shelter from the heat, protects the soil from erosion, provides an oxygen/carbon dioxide exchange, as well as shelter and habitat for bird life.
In San Quintin, a Pacific coast fishing village south of Ensenada, a small hotel and restaurant complex can be found about 1/2 mile off the highway. “El Jardin” sits in the midst of its own oasis of palms, cactus, flowering shrubs and a small orange grove. The motel is delightful – only a couple of years old, and the quiet is exquisite. Rooms have ample windows for garden viewing, and the garden itself is filled with benches and tables for contemplation and relaxation.
It’s an amazing place to stopover, spend some time and recharge during the drive north or south, or even a spot for launching an all day fishing jaunt on one of the local pangas.