Magdalena Lagoon
It is in the quiet moments of the day when we let the wind and the water tell their own stories. By watching them in action we understand better those episodes that have shaped the wonderful landscapes we encounter during our expeditions.
Today we walked up the sand dunes with the wind as a companion. We closed our eyes, and heard. The sand was bouncing along, carried by “saltation”; pretty much the way ping-pong balls jump about. We could see the grains getting eroded on the windward side of the dune, to be deposited on the leeward side. Countless dunes filled the view. Dunes in continuos change and motion.
We also enjoyed kayaking the calm seas of Magdalena lagoon. We maneuvered our light boats along mangroves and sandy shorelines. We saw a few red mangrove seedlings floating around; they are future builders of new land. We closed our eyes and imagined the many tiny particles of silt carried in suspension by the water. The roots of red mangroves slow down the currents. In their shelter, those fine sediments sink to the bottom. They accumulate to eventually build up enough soil for other species of plants to arrive and establish.
Among dunes and mangroves, we witnessed in respectful silence, the beginning of new land, and its transformation. We confirmed once more that planet Earth is fluid and changeable.
It is in the quiet moments of the day when we let the wind and the water tell their own stories. By watching them in action we understand better those episodes that have shaped the wonderful landscapes we encounter during our expeditions.
Today we walked up the sand dunes with the wind as a companion. We closed our eyes, and heard. The sand was bouncing along, carried by “saltation”; pretty much the way ping-pong balls jump about. We could see the grains getting eroded on the windward side of the dune, to be deposited on the leeward side. Countless dunes filled the view. Dunes in continuos change and motion.
We also enjoyed kayaking the calm seas of Magdalena lagoon. We maneuvered our light boats along mangroves and sandy shorelines. We saw a few red mangrove seedlings floating around; they are future builders of new land. We closed our eyes and imagined the many tiny particles of silt carried in suspension by the water. The roots of red mangroves slow down the currents. In their shelter, those fine sediments sink to the bottom. They accumulate to eventually build up enough soil for other species of plants to arrive and establish.
Among dunes and mangroves, we witnessed in respectful silence, the beginning of new land, and its transformation. We confirmed once more that planet Earth is fluid and changeable.
