I was awake before the sun. I could still feel the potency of the full moon that infiltrated my dreams and lit my way through the dunes last night. I fumbled around blindly for a few minutes looking for clothing; still wrapped in my sleeping bag, not wanting to leave its warmth. Movement next door: Annabelle is awake. She asks me if I need to pee, I say yes I do, she asks if I want to go first. Slight confusion on my part but I tell her no, you go ahead first. She leaves. I get out of my bag, trying to avoid letting sand into it but failing miserably. Small sand dunes have accumulated in our tent so any attempt to keep it out of things is mostly pointless. I zip open the tent and step out into the morning. The sun is trying to come up but a layer of clouds prevents it from warming our camp. Wake the boys up. Cut the fruit. Boil the tea water. For breakfast: granola, walnuts, almonds, raisins, milk, banana, mango, papaya, and to top it off, a big dollop of crunchy peanut butter. Mmmmhmm. Wash the dishes and secure the food boxes. Quick, into the van. Drive to meet Shari and Juan at the dock. Life vests on, excitement is high, the ocean is flat and still. The full moon has caused huge tide swings. It is too shallow at the dock to load into the boat. We must walk it out to deeper water. Tyler’s long undies, chucks, and too-tight pants prevent him from wading. That’s OK, we will push the boat out and you can get in from the dock. Everyone is in. The morning rush is over. As the panga speeds along, my world slows down. Someone says dolphins — where? Finger points; oh yes I see them! They come to play. Racing with the boat, one leaps out of the water right in front; water sprays back on us. The whales are asleep all around. Tired mamas with energetic babies ready for the new day. A solo whale comes up to our boat. Where is your baby? We do not know. Shari thinks you are a female so we will call you a she. You are so beautiful. I put my hands on you and feel your barnacles, scars, and wisdom. You stare up at me with one blue eye, surrounded by wrinkles you have had since birth. I stare back down into the water at you and marvel; your size, grace, and full-heartedness. Thank you for sharing with me. In some way I may not have realized yet, you changed my life today.
Laguna Ojo de Liebre, Baja California Sur, Mexico
Photos by Annabelle