The past several days were filled with strange weather. But the
weather in Bahia de Los Angeles has always been unpredictable.
Winds shifted from north to south and then a hot west wind blew
in off the desert and heated everything up, sent things blowing
and shutters slamming shut. But that goes with the territory.
Out our east-facing windows at this moment, 5:30 in the evening
in mid-October, the sun is setting to the west over tall
mountains and throwing crawling shadows across Punta Roja across
the south-east end of the bay. Cumulous clouds are scattered
here and there interfering with the work of our sun just for
fun. The weather is pretty much back to normal.
The other night I heard a whale blow and hurried to the balcony
to see him. They often come here and I have no idea why but they
do. Bait I would guess, to fill their bellies if
that's what they're called. Standing on
the rail I heard another blow but it was dark and I had no hope
of spotting him.
I went to bed.
During the night I was hearing or dreaming of the
whale's blow I had heard. I wanted only to spot him
and be rewarded. But for days I looked and never saw him.
On a calm morning later I was standing at the rail again and
looking for whales. A pod of dolphins passed by in search of
tiny fish; but no whale. Then the wind came up just a bit. In
the morning light I was seeing the suns reflections onto the
small waves that scrolled along the small sandy cove to our
south. The sounds of the breakers gently falling on the sand
made a sound very much like a whale blowing. What I had thought
was a whale was simply sea and sand working in a unique
configuration to fool me. Fool me? I think not. Humanity has
such a small impact in the universal view of things that no one
even knew I was here.
This morning there actually was a whale that passed by, a couple
of hundred yards off shore.
Some things are worth waiting for.