miles from nowhere

...finally sunny today. 

 

Made it to the beach in earnest. Todos Santos is located right on the Tropic of Cancer, so the sun is way intense. 

Armed with hat, sunblock, etc...

Spent the afternoon reading, breathing in the waves, watching pelicans flying low, saw a whale spout or maybe that was just wishful thinking, watched weird crabs emerging from their holes, sand spraying all around, and charging furiously toward each other with what seemed to be massive aggression, but then -- every single time -- when they'd get within a few feet of each other, they'd freak, jumping like big spiders, and dash back to their holes. 

yes I've got the desert in my toenails

Arrived in southern Baja Mexico late Thursday evening (view from the plane)

This is the casita I'm renting, out in the middle of nowhere

This dog is "Perdita." I was thinking of the concept of Perdition a couple of weeks ago, and remembered, at that time, that the word "perder" in Spanish means "to lose," which gave me some insight into what perdition is. But Perdita is a "lost dog" (a stray) who showed here up a month ago, apparently, and is a great dog. She showed me the way to the beach and we played with multiple sticks.

 It is both dry and humid here--I don't know how that's possible. Maybe it's the time of year, but the desert is pretty green.

 Perdita saw the dead sea lion before I did. Chomped it half, I reckon, by a shark.

macabre and fascinating...oddly no flies, and altho its face was largely gone it seems to have been somewhat preserved by the water

 ubiquitous local driftwood style

water as warm as August in the Atlantic where I grew up, probably 70° - but capricious currents and drop-offs

 few houses - no people