Isla Espiritu Santo, Baja California Sur, México
Images. Morning dawns…a pink halo over Los Islotes, the Little Islets. Misty overcast…no milliseconds of green flash today; Sol breaks the distant horizon, rainbow rays hidden.
Flashing beacon atop volcanic rock…calling us…sea lion voices echoing. Boobies perched on guano-snow rocks, teasing us with their incongruous blue feet, some tucked into warm feathers, others lifted – left, right, left – in courtship. Pelicans posing, presenting garish colours; breeding will commence. Cormorants drying.
Wet now, we watch through thick glass and breathe tubular air. Our water world is in slow motion, contrasting with sleek sea lions streaking and swirling in ballet…playful…as curious of us as we are of them. We move. They move faster. Never will we move as they.
Devil rays flashing tiny tips of wide wings. Nameless sharks slinking away from our bow. Delightful dolphins performing the reverse, radiating in for a free ride on an unseen thrust-wave. Our eyes over the bow, one leaps high as if to pluck the anchor.
A beach bonanza. Strolling, sea-kayaking, scouting the rare-green desert for things alien to prolonged moisture and coolness. Grow now, as soon you will dry in the scorching sun…into dormancy.
Laughter and joy onboard. A gift of dollars, multiplied tenfold into pesos, a life-prolonging treasure for a young boy whose vital organs have failed him.
This was our final day in beautiful Baja California…memories and images deeply etched into our spirit.
Images. Morning dawns…a pink halo over Los Islotes, the Little Islets. Misty overcast…no milliseconds of green flash today; Sol breaks the distant horizon, rainbow rays hidden.
Flashing beacon atop volcanic rock…calling us…sea lion voices echoing. Boobies perched on guano-snow rocks, teasing us with their incongruous blue feet, some tucked into warm feathers, others lifted – left, right, left – in courtship. Pelicans posing, presenting garish colours; breeding will commence. Cormorants drying.
Wet now, we watch through thick glass and breathe tubular air. Our water world is in slow motion, contrasting with sleek sea lions streaking and swirling in ballet…playful…as curious of us as we are of them. We move. They move faster. Never will we move as they.
Devil rays flashing tiny tips of wide wings. Nameless sharks slinking away from our bow. Delightful dolphins performing the reverse, radiating in for a free ride on an unseen thrust-wave. Our eyes over the bow, one leaps high as if to pluck the anchor.
A beach bonanza. Strolling, sea-kayaking, scouting the rare-green desert for things alien to prolonged moisture and coolness. Grow now, as soon you will dry in the scorching sun…into dormancy.
Laughter and joy onboard. A gift of dollars, multiplied tenfold into pesos, a life-prolonging treasure for a young boy whose vital organs have failed him.
This was our final day in beautiful Baja California…memories and images deeply etched into our spirit.
