bahia de san ignacio

so in the morning we ride out to San Ignacio, 40 miles of dirt. from there, we are planning to go to scorpion bay south of there and then to Mulege on a a road that is called ice road for a reason unbeknownst to me. Alex doesn't want to do the whole stretch since it still stressful to her to keep up a faster pace, so the plan is that she come out with us, watch the whales and then goes back by herself and stays in San Ignacio or Mulege and get some painting done.

But on the way there it becomes apparent that Alex is not sure that she can make it back by herself, and there is hardly any other cars on the road in case she would fall, so Paige, Jim and John go on to Mulege and I decide to go back with Alex. We plan to meet again in the Bahia de Los Angeles or bay of LA as people call it, on new years eve.

There are also no whales as|Antonio tells us, which is a real bummer, and apart from being able to spend more time with Alex who is going back to Germany right after we get back this also gives me the chance to up to the Ojo de Liebre where they say might be a few whales arriving from Alaska. Apparently the knocked up whale mommies are anxious to give birth and are the first ones to arrive. But all in all we are just to early and it will be no comparison to march when the whales literally come up right next to the little fishing boats they take you out in and you can actually touch them.

the Bahia de San Ignacio is not much more then string of fishing huts by the beach. Antonio opens up his little restaurant for us and makes some fresh fish tacos for lunch. Mucho gracias Antonio! It was very good and I was starving.

Belly stuffed, Paige, Jim and John leave and since it is, for once and get this, *wind still* we hang out in the sun and enjoy the beautiful view over the water and admire all the millions of sea shells the beach is made out of.

on our leisurely way back through the ever changing and astonishing landscape of dunes to salt flats to cactus forests we stop to take a lot of pictures of cacti for Alex. Last year she painted a lot of pine trees, and this year I guess it'll be cacti.

Back in San Ignacio we order way to much food and stuff ourselves yet again with great food and then go to the camp ground right by the duck lake in San Ignacio in the midst of a palm tree forest. We pitch the tent under the palapa and make it an early night.