We are in La Ventana, Mexico in our 5th wheel trailer, parked on the beach with a view of Isla Cerralvo and the Sea of Cortez.
I have been here for a month now. It has become an annual pilgrimage, for I have discovered an irresistible beauty in this vast, barren desert that is the Baja peninsula with its forests of Cardon cactus and miles of deep sand arroyos. This place is weathered and timeless where the aged Sierra Madre Mountains present as sky high peaks, covered in prickly cactus among scattered granite boulders and fine layered gravel.
The sand is ubiquitous, always in the sheets and between the toes. I try to keep it out. Its constant nuisance is no different than trying to keep the dog from tracking mud into the house during the rainy spring months. Regardless the sand, sun, wind, and desert – it all reminds me that this is life’s break. It is a healing place for heartaches. It is life away from work and responsibility. It is play time – adventure time. Here is where I come to check out of life, or rather, check back in.
(3 miles from camp – out of gas at 90 miles, oopsy daisy!)
(Kiting in La Ventana)