On a day when nothing seems to be going right - think of sailboats. Freedom & Pain in one big balmy swoop.
Once you hit the Sea of Cortez in Baja, really anywhere off Highway 1, life begins to take on a snail-like pace. Boats swish by every now and again, others sitting idly at anchor in some magical cove. The dreams one can conjure up with waters like these everywhere the eyes fall prey are just bananas. They transport; they're the visions that life should be made up of, si?
I stumbled upon a sign for Puerto Escondido whilst on the way from Todos Santos to Loreto. It's a master marina - tucked way down a dirt road in a beautiful hurricane hole. It was literally packed with sailboats - all donning pimped out dinghies and harried owners loading up on booze, ice, snacks and toilet paper (all once really needs, yah?) at the tiny market onsite. I met a few fellas who were running a massive fishing vessel and once they saw me snapping pix, they demanded I take some from their top deck. Up I scampered. To the very top. Nice.
The fishies in the water popped from that height and there were masts as far as they eye could see. Is it enough in life to just cruise the Sea of Cortez? Where are all these folks headed? Are they liveaboards; are they just down to escape the final days of winter before headed back? Maybe some are round-the-worlder's? Those are the ones that absolutely fascinate me. The brave souls who've really ditched the map of life and headed out to points further...OUT THERE.
Makes my heart soar and swell on days like these - even though I'm staring out my upstairs office window at a tangle of masts. It's not quite the same as witnessing 'em out in a massive body of water - on their mighty way.
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