Sea Glass and Frigate birds
October 22, 2010 Friday
Shells on this beach are very smooth and small, as though they were bits of fine china processed in a rock tumbler. I regret again my failure to bring along my water color pencils so that I could capture the wonderful colors.
We are facing Baja California Sur with La Paz bay directly in front of us; Cabo San Lucas to the left. The water is a delicious color scheme of lime green, heather blue, and indigo. This campsite features a group of very busy yellow-jackets, actually honey bees upon closer inspection, all hunting for water. None of them seem to bite but a light breeze seems to chase them away. Alvaro hands us a Bimbo pastry—a bran piecrust around a pineapple jelly preserve—very tasty. Bimbo/Bimba has the same meaning here as in the U.S. but here there is a male version.
Lunch is ceviche made from conch caught yesterday in the mud flats.
After lunch we take the skiff to the stacked rocks; we paddled yesterday nearly all the way there. High tide makes the sea caves quite small. The kayakers make a water entry climbing over the side of the skiff to get into the kayaks; it was easier than they thought it would be but I stay aboard the panga.
We take care of necessary chores—emptying Paco, dumping the garbage—and make our way to shore. It has a significant drop-off so the skiff gets very close to shore.
It’s hard to believe that tomorrow night we will be in the hotel with a real bed and indoor plumbing. I’ve had a great time although today I noticed the tops of my feet were a bit sun-burned. Shells on this beach are very smooth and small, as though they were bits of fine china processed in a rock tumbler. I regret again my failure to bring along my water color pencils so that I could capture the wonderful colors.
We have the beach to ourselves—a mile of lovely sand and polished shells. We walk down the beach but the going is a bit hard as the shells are piled so thickly. Our tent goes up quickly including the rain fly and the scorpion sticks. The weather has been perfect, a bit hot today but after the wind came up it was perfect.
Carol and I hunt for sea glass; she found four pieces including a lovely foam green one. Glen and I find tiny ghost crabs barely a quarter inch across scuttling across the sand, I find a tiny hermit crab in a periwinkle shell, Carol finds a much larger one and Don holds it in his hands looking much like a hamster wheel. Glen and Don decide to take it back to camp and study its tracks.
Happy Hour today features mussels soaked in vinegar with onion looking much like smoked oysters. By now we all feel rather sandy and grubby as our attire has consisted of two or three shirts and one or two pairs of either shorts or long pants during the entire week.
We watch pelicans fishing and frigate birds circling overhead while Alvarito takes the skiff further out into the bay forthe night.