Two months of traveling all across Baja was time well spent.
While the town of Todos Santos didn’t do much for us the beach was beyond fantastic. It was a twenty-minute walk from our campground, over the desert hills to a quiet beach. It was just us, pelicans, gulls and scavenging stray dogs.
And Olive Ridley sea turtle babies which we watched being released. Some two hundred babies dug their way out of their nest (a large fenced off area). Upon greeting the sky, a volunteer placed them in a cardboard box and brought them closer to the ocean. From there, the babies were put back on the beach precisely at sunset. Getting to the ocean from there was up to them. They ran as hard and fast as their little flippers could grip the sand. Only one gull came by to pick off a few but the rest made their way, some slowly, some swiftly, into the strong waves of the Pacific.
And as the turtles disappeared under the surf, whales swam offshore, silhouetted by a yellow setting sun.
It was something you read in a travel brochure as a reason to visit.
Other days we bird watched. Egrets and herons in particular were stunning but it was the blue-footed boobies that really excited us. Flying and diving in unison. We spent an entire afternoon sitting on the sea wall in Loreto watching them. I have wanted to see boobies ever since I was young and read about the males’ amusing habit of showing off their brightly coloured legs to prospective mates. I’ve been entranced since. Though I only saw them flying and diving, I feel a deep gratitude to the Sea of Cortez for the opportunity to observe these birds.
This is precisely what draws us to the outdoors – the unexpected chance meetings with a great big wild world. We wandered the length of Baja, hiking the hills, strolling the beaches, enjoying this dirtbag life of ours. There are so many nooks to explore in Baja, plenty of wilderness to wander and discover. Don’t let fear inhibit life.