Isla Espiritu Santo and Isla Partida
We cruised out of La Paz bay as the dawn painted reddish streaks and then broader brush strokes across the horizon. A breeze developed into a wind that funneled onto the water in front of Bonanza Bay. We dropped anchor after breakfast in a cove surrounded by a light tan beach that stretched for over a mile. What a great place to lose yourself in the importance of water racing up the beach, the hardness of the sand you walk upon, and the broken piece of shell you stop for. After safety drills and introductions, we were soon on that beach, feeling a sense of freedom. Some swam, others snorkeled and sorted out techniques for breathing through a tube, while many walked into the desert to see what can poke, stick, feed, or cure you. Others were drawn to that most precious band of satisfying sand.
We sailed during the afternoon to an island just to the north called Isla Partida. Beautiful cirrus clouds that looked like a baby’s hair turned to a thin overcast. Wind blew down the canyons onto our afternoon activities. A small bay with another beautiful but short band of sand lay before the reddish canyon beyond. Layers of volcanic rock were layered tan upon charcoal and then draped over a rusty brown color. It was the highly sculptured rock near the water that commanded attention. It has weathered to form a hard coating that covers the underlying rocks. The softer material below erodes away in pockets and honeycomb-like patterns. Many of our guests walked along the beach and explored the head of the canyon, while others boarded our most nimble craft. Today’s photograph is of kayakers returning from an exploratory trip to another bay. The wind rippled the water as late afternoon light added a golden hue to the surface. Time outdoors acts like a tonic. Perspectives change, and reflections are easier to reach. Your minor difficulties and successes are measured by how easily your kayak slips though the water or what you find on the beach.
We cruised out of La Paz bay as the dawn painted reddish streaks and then broader brush strokes across the horizon. A breeze developed into a wind that funneled onto the water in front of Bonanza Bay. We dropped anchor after breakfast in a cove surrounded by a light tan beach that stretched for over a mile. What a great place to lose yourself in the importance of water racing up the beach, the hardness of the sand you walk upon, and the broken piece of shell you stop for. After safety drills and introductions, we were soon on that beach, feeling a sense of freedom. Some swam, others snorkeled and sorted out techniques for breathing through a tube, while many walked into the desert to see what can poke, stick, feed, or cure you. Others were drawn to that most precious band of satisfying sand.
We sailed during the afternoon to an island just to the north called Isla Partida. Beautiful cirrus clouds that looked like a baby’s hair turned to a thin overcast. Wind blew down the canyons onto our afternoon activities. A small bay with another beautiful but short band of sand lay before the reddish canyon beyond. Layers of volcanic rock were layered tan upon charcoal and then draped over a rusty brown color. It was the highly sculptured rock near the water that commanded attention. It has weathered to form a hard coating that covers the underlying rocks. The softer material below erodes away in pockets and honeycomb-like patterns. Many of our guests walked along the beach and explored the head of the canyon, while others boarded our most nimble craft. Today’s photograph is of kayakers returning from an exploratory trip to another bay. The wind rippled the water as late afternoon light added a golden hue to the surface. Time outdoors acts like a tonic. Perspectives change, and reflections are easier to reach. Your minor difficulties and successes are measured by how easily your kayak slips though the water or what you find on the beach.
