One More Time...: Bahía San Pedro

After our time in Marina San Carlos we were ready for some more wild time away from civilization and back into the womb of nature. It turned out that San Pedro bay was just the place for us. It’s the wildest and most beautiful place that we’ve visited on the mainland. It’a a medium sized bay out of cell range, no internet and even radio signals even had a hard time penetrating into this sanctuary.

We SUPed ashore, walked the beach then hiked up the smaller of the two arroyos that feed into the bay. After the hike we SUPed back to Malo for a delicious dinner of fish tacos. I must say that after much study Bev has mastered the Baja fish taco. After dinner we watched the sunset which was one of those breath-taking 360 degree all around affairs.

Without any interference or competition from TV, internet, street lights or hardly anything else man made we were left with only the divine creations of land, sea and sky, left to ponder and soak up the reaches of those things undistracted, long on to the cosmic web, tune into the oldest reality show…

It’s amazing that something so simple as a sunset can be so captivating and soul satisfying. It’s also amazing to me, given the short shelf-life of most media these days, that I’m still captivated and so moved. I’ve been watching sunrises and sets over the water my whole life. One of my earliest memories is of the sun coming up in the far western Pacific; a cobalt sky, the horizon defined by the blackness of the ocean and then a hint of pink in the east followed by and revealed a thin line of clouds out over the horizon back light by the sun that had yet to come up and then finally in one glorious second the sun burst forth into the sky starting of a new day…

The next day San Pedro bay we were up early with the intent to hike the second and larger of the two arroyos in the bay. The land here is so sparse and dry, hostile to all but the most adapt lifeforms. In spite of and perhaps because of it there is a delicate beauty about this place that beguile the mind.

It’s a delicate and at times surreal beauty…

We hiked a couple of miles up the arroyo, onward into the heat of the day.

We passed some cattle that seemed to be even more surprised to see us than we were to see them. Later we came to a cave in the side of the canyon that begged to be explored.

It was cool inside the cave. This seemed like a good place to turn back so we did.

Life in the desert continues to astound me with it’s evident stubborn persistence and shear tenacity.

As desolate and formidable this place is, there is also intricate geometry all it’s own on a both a micro and macro scale.

That evening we hooked up with the crew on Mystic for a fabulous dinner on their boat and then we dinked to shore for a fire on the beach were we swapped life stories and future plans. Interesting folks.

We watched the sun go down in the west and had fun trying to name the stars and constellations one by one as they made them selves visible in the gradual darkening sky.

So after taking Bueno, our dink back to Malo in complete darkness, guided only by the light at the tip of our mast we ended a near preface day of cruising, tucked snugly in our bunk, rocked gently to sleep by the gentle, rhythmic waves that found their way into Saint Pedros bay.

Then next morning we took Bueno over to the other side of the bay to explore. That was a primitive fishing camp there that was deserted but not abandoned. From all the shells scattered about they’ve been harvesting an assortment of mollusks.