|One of those lucky moments captured|
by the camera....
The tour company arranged for us to have cabins. They were very nice, with double bunks along each wall and a small bathroom. The closet was mostly full of the four life jackets we might have needed, but fortunately didn't. For people without cabins, and there were way more of them than us, it was a sleep wherever you can - find a place to stretch out - deal. Obviously, many had done this before and came equipped with blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals for the kids. We saw them hunkering down under the stairs, behind chairs in the lounges, stretched out on bench seats, even under tables in the cafeteria once it had shut down.
Dinner was included in the ticket price. By the time we got on board and in the cabins it was 11:30 at night. Some of us had a little dinner. Exhausted we crawled into our comfy beds and slept the night away as we slowly swayed across the Sea of Cortez. The wake up call was sudden and urgent. The staff members ushered people out the door faster than most could wake up. I don't know what the hurry was except they wanted to clean the cabins. We ended up standing in line for quite some time before being allowed off the boat, and then in more lines as dogs sniffed our luggage and then a customs search. Did the authorities think we might have picked up weapons or drugs out there in the ocean?
|Diversity of plant life in a land of little rainfall.|
The new guides were waiting patiently. The boat was late by an hour or more, so the whole schedule for the day was postponed slightly. We piled into vans and were taken to the hotel in La Paz where most of our stuff would remain behind. We took only what was needed for three days at a beach camp. It took 2 1/2 hours to trek across the peninsula of Baja Sur, the lower of the two Baja states. Such dry desert. The kind of dry that is prevalent in Arizona, with forests of saguaro cacti. The prominent cactus here is a relative of the saguaro, but not as tall or majestic, and with many more 'arms'.
There were a few citrus orchards near the coast but the further inland we went, the dryer and less populated. It's a mystery how cities the size of La Paz, Ciudad Constitucion, and Puerto San Carlos can exist when the only source of water seems to be the salty ocean.
Our beach camp was on a spit of sand that connects the island of Magdalena with the peninsula. We could see the sparkling lights of Puerto Magdalena at night. A hike over the hill of sand revealed the vast Pacific Ocean, rolling its huge waves inland, building yet more sand bar. In the dead of night, without a moon, the stars shown so brightly it was easy to see everything in camp, even inside the tents. The lights of Puerto Magdalena turned off after midnight making the sky inky black. The stars looked like pinholes in a dark blanket.
|Our camp, looking towards Puerto Magdalena.|
|The constant breeze meant clothes dried fast.|
Everyday, for three days, we went out on the boats to see the whale moms with their babies, or matings. Baleen whales mate in threes. It takes two males, one to keep the female pushed upwards and one to mate with her. Afterwards, the male roles are reversed and the second male takes his turn. We saw several matings, which were rather slow and placid from the surface....a lot of rolling around with flippers lifted languidly into the air with an occasional puffing breath.
|Mother and baby.|
Occasionally a mother will encourage her baby to approach the boats. Some of our group got to pet a baby on the second day, and then all of us were able to pet one during the last couple of hours of the trip, right before we had to head back to Puerto San Carlos!
|The camp viewed from the sand dunes.|
|On the west side of the sand dunes, the Pacific Ocean.|