Part 2 – A Paddle…

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Sea of Cortez

Bombproof…

With lungs demanding attention and upside down in my kayak  I set-up for the third time.   I sweep my paddle from bow to stern trying to execute a hip-snap and recovery scull to bring myself upright.  For the third time I fail and with a slightly ferrous taste in my mouth I pop the sprayskirt and shoot to the surface.  He’s disappointed again.  To the amusement of the Canadian RVers on shore he has been trying for the better part of an hour to teach me this skill.  The last few days he has insisted that he can teach anyone a bombproof roll.  We have been on the road in Baja Mexico nearly  30 days.  Hopscotching along the west side of the Sea of Cortez taking turns:  One kayaking/camping solo, the other driving his beater van to a rendezvous point, then either switching or traveling together for a time.  I can’t get enough of star-filled, light-free night skies, deep silences, fantasy colored seas and bone warming sunshine.  The locals are  welcoming and helpful and I do not want this trip to end. Continue reading Part 2 – A Paddle…