Boca de la Soledad & Los Titeres
This morning found us in the early light, watching for the blows of gray whales as we held our first cups of coffee and exchanged greetings with each other and the day. After a lovely breakfast, we headed out in Zodiacs for another up-close interaction with these spotted denizens of the sea. Mothers with their infant calves swam in the shallow waters inside Boca de la Soledada ( mouth of the solitude). Occasionally a whale “spyhopped”, holding it’s head out of the water while taking a good look around at what was going on above the surface of the sea. Glistening in the morning light, these whales looked like polished stone sculptures that magically acquired breath and movement. Ten cow calf pairs rose and sank in rhythmic time to the needs of the young calves. Some close, some far, we watched gray whales living the life they’ve grown used to. Meanwhile we were reminded over and over of the diversity of life that calls this planet’s water home. Beachcombers found cone shells, sand dollars and the skull of a green turtle, long since departed.
We traveled further south inside Magdelena Bay toward Los Titeres (the Marionettes). By afternoon, the winds picked up and the whales were fewer. Two adult whales surprised us with breaches. Many guests stretched their legs in the powdery sand, while the young and young at heart jumped off of the tops of wind formed dunes.
Later, the “Coyotes of Magdelena”, a trio of musicians, sang songs to us and created a festive atmosphere that took us into the evening hours. Tonight we sleep next to gray whales, our dreams and theirs mixing in the warm Mexican moonlight.
This morning found us in the early light, watching for the blows of gray whales as we held our first cups of coffee and exchanged greetings with each other and the day. After a lovely breakfast, we headed out in Zodiacs for another up-close interaction with these spotted denizens of the sea. Mothers with their infant calves swam in the shallow waters inside Boca de la Soledada ( mouth of the solitude). Occasionally a whale “spyhopped”, holding it’s head out of the water while taking a good look around at what was going on above the surface of the sea. Glistening in the morning light, these whales looked like polished stone sculptures that magically acquired breath and movement. Ten cow calf pairs rose and sank in rhythmic time to the needs of the young calves. Some close, some far, we watched gray whales living the life they’ve grown used to. Meanwhile we were reminded over and over of the diversity of life that calls this planet’s water home. Beachcombers found cone shells, sand dollars and the skull of a green turtle, long since departed.
We traveled further south inside Magdelena Bay toward Los Titeres (the Marionettes). By afternoon, the winds picked up and the whales were fewer. Two adult whales surprised us with breaches. Many guests stretched their legs in the powdery sand, while the young and young at heart jumped off of the tops of wind formed dunes.
Later, the “Coyotes of Magdelena”, a trio of musicians, sang songs to us and created a festive atmosphere that took us into the evening hours. Tonight we sleep next to gray whales, our dreams and theirs mixing in the warm Mexican moonlight.
