I am dreaming. Birds are landing on my arm, including a huge grey owl that lets me pet it. The owl turns into a man in an owl suit…
Birds are chirping everywhere! We’ve parked by a tree that has a nest. It seems to be home to families of cardinal-like birds. They fly up to our back window, mirror, front window. This must be the reason for my dream.
There are plenty of shrubs 4 to 5 feet high that can provide privacy for bathroom needs but it doesn’t quite feel private enough. We’ve been hauling around a potty tent. This would be the perfect place for it, but it hasn’t come out yet.
The sun is blazing down on us and the shrubs don’t provide any shade, but the ocean is beautiful and, yes, it is surrounded by a coral reef. A few dive boats and kayaks are already out there.
The morning walk to the north end of the small bay reveals a broken down hulk of a house in the making. There are a lot of these in Mexico. It’s as if someone decides to build a house and then either runs out of money or gets bored and abandons the project. No one bothers to finish it.
On the rocks by the shore, there are small jumping crabs. Most are 3 to 4 inches across (leg tip to leg tip) and blue-ish. Some are 5 to 6 inches across and reddish. They seem to thrive on little multi-legged creatures that also live on the rocks. They look like obese earwigs.
On the south side of the point there are the remains of what might have been a bar or restaurant at one time. There’s a tile counter for serving drinks and stalls that might have been bathrooms. Today, it too is a “ruina.”
Back “home” we have ham and avocado sandwiches, then spend a while chasing the shade of Sprockets, reading and waving at vehicles going by.
It still feels too blaze-y and hot but we take the kayak out anyway. Once out, the ocean breezes keep us cool and we quickly get to the coral reef. To anyone who’s snorkeled in the South China Sea, this is a bit of a nothing, but a coral reef here is pretty unusual so they make a big deal about it.
Some snorkelers are out and they tell us there are fish there. From the kayak, we see a beautiful metallic blue thing, but not well enough to make out any details. It is just a flashy blob.
“We should have brought our masks,” I say.
“I think we’ve have trouble getting back into the kayak,” warns Big Dog.
Yeah, I’d probably capsize it trying to get back in.
We nearly capsize it anyway, getting back on shore near Sprockets, parked towards the center of the bay. The waves are bigger and the one we ride in flips the kayak over. Good thing the camera is waterproof!