The problem with the world is that the intelligent
People are full of doubts while the stupid ones
Are full of confidence.
|Caleta Candeleros Chico sunrise|
We simply had to spend a few more days in beautiful Honeymoon Cove on our way south, this time in the middle cove rather than one further to the northwest. This cozier bay has a nicer beach even though it is smaller, and hence, tighter to anchor.
Déjàlà in Agua Verde - foreground of flowery vines
|Bleached out stump under boulder - Bahia St Marte|
That many fish attract cormorants by the hundreds tightly huddled together in two groups bobbing around the bay grunting as they pass by. Black, rather than white, bellied pelicans join in and perch on the nearby rocks.
|North of Caleta Candeleros Chico - craggly range|
It is time to enjoy a kayaking tour of the bay. The winds are non-existent. It is calm. My mind flows and wanders as the current and my paddles let the kayak flow and meander over the clear waters. It is very Zen-like and thoughts just pour through, unencumbered, and unprocessed, just there.
Hundreds of bright red crabs and some steely blue-gray ones are slightly above the waterline attending to what looks like ‘grooming’ of the rocks they are perched on. They are diligently picking at very tiny things (animal or vegetal I do not know) they quickly put in their mouths.
|Agua Verde - pangas and humble home|
With pride, the owner of the home called it his 'palace'
Dozens of urchins the size of grapefruits embellish the rocks. They seem so fuzzy rather than spiny, deceivingly soft rather than prickly, when seen from above water.
My attention is then drawn to what looks like white snakes in the water and the more I search for them the more they escape for I move the water too much in my hurried state to see. I repeat the process several times to finally find out the snakes are mere reflections of bright jet contrails in the darkening purple sky. I was fooled by a quick illusion broken up by the flight of a pelican close above.
The beatitude of it all is a great prelude to a wonderful dinner and evening with my love.
The following day, moving to another small cove further south with spinnaker only as there is practically no wind. We amble so slowly that even butterflies pass us by… On another one day sail, our depth meter sounded an alarm that we were in only 5-7 feet of water. That gave us a start but we knew there were no rocks around so it had to be a large swimming critter below the surface. Indeed a whale as big as our boat swam along for 30-35 minutes, at times crossing at our bow, at times spraying the boat, at times meandering behind. It is events like these that remind you that time has no importance.
|Mike entering sea cave in Bahia Ballena|
|Marie-France in sea cave|
|Mike exiting sea cave|
Of the many wildlife tracks we have seen in Baja and the many islands in the Sea of Cortez, we can now add: raccoon, hermit crabs, some type of cat (bobcat, puma?), snakes and scorpions. The greening of the desert as well as the colder weather has brought some of these critters to lower altitudes.
|Greenery at bottom of lagoon|
|Mike taking picture of boat's shadow in clear waters of Mangle Solo|
|Bonsai-like mangrove tree inside Amortajada lagoon|
Cardon cactus in background
|Beach within Amortajada lagoon|
Our sailboat way in the background past lagoon's natural retaining rock wall
|Amortajada Lagoon looking over San Jose Channel|