November 13 th - La Paz
Anya has been afloat now 10 days and nights. She is happy. While happy myself, I have suffered a bad back from packing a 100 lb battery around and then throwing its 100 lb replacement away.
And a tinsy tropical cold hangs on. But for these modest whines, life is wonderful and I am embracing indolence with my natural flair.
Already I can tell that La Paz will be 'sticky', a hard place to detach from. So each day I plan my escape to secluded anchorages higher up in the Sea, each night I put it off to another day.
I have made several day trips in this last bit, one to Todo Santos where I actually strolled about Hotel California, famously subject of the song. Another day I went to Los Barriles, home of winter wind surfing. Each time I stopped to pick my way into the mysterious and rich desert, to see the flowers, the birds and these exotic plants.
Each step along the way it seems the vultures keep watching, perhaps waiting for me to run out of water, to lurch and stumble, ultimately to provide them a meal.
Othertimes along the way, the cows or the goats show up to inquire about my passage.
And a snake stopped by for a little visit once, a serpent I wanted to name Harper , honouring Canada's Prime Minister, the man who has single-handedly pruned my children's future well-being with his precipitous tax law changes. Then I remembered. I like and respect snakes.
November 16
