A tall Cordon, serrated if that's the correct word, to
allow it to absorb rare rains when available by expanding its
ribs like drawing a deep breath into lungs.
There are many cordon in the central desert. Most have several
vertical "fingers" that project into the blue sky here
in the mid-peninsula. I drove by one today with four fingers.
There were only a few feet between the projectiles. Large
Buzzards were perched atop each. As most birds are territorial I
was surprised to see them so apparently friendly toward each
other. But there they were with wings spread in the heat of the
day, fanning themselves, perhaps appreciating their own
comparative size against the others in the small flock. I
thought of a bookend it was so picturesque. I wished I\u2019d
have brought my camera, but sometimes images are better captured
in the mind than on film or paper. The mind can recreate the
image as one wants it. Often an exaggeration.
I stopped my truck in the road to appreciate the birds. They
were unafraid and peaceful as I watched them from my driverside
window. Black, very black birds against a blue sky and I
wondered what, if anything, they were thinking. Who was this
two-legged beast staring up at them? No feathers, just skinny
arms and a small amount of fur covering them. How could he stay
warm at night?
Several weeks ago I went with some friends into the desert to
visit San Borja, a mission in the central peninsula. On the road
I noticed something, a plant I've never seen before even
though, on looking it up in Norm Roberts Baja California Plant
Field Guide I didn't recognize it. It's called Ball
Moss. While it does grow in the form of a grapefruit-sized ball,
it is not a moss and it seems to be endemic to Baja
California's central desert. I made the erroneous
assumption that it was a parasitic relationship between the
cactus and the ball moss. I was wrong. It is symbiotic. Both
sides win. The ball moss captures water from the air to sustain
itself without drawing energy from its host. I wondered if the
small patch of shade cast by the moss could be beneficial to the
host. So many things to ponder and I'll never learn them
all thank goodness, else what would I do with my time?
As I type tonight Mary Ann tells me a bat just flew in the open
door. This is common and never a problem. Bats are smart enough
to find their way out, even avoiding the dual-glazed panes on
our doors and windows. The weather is warming. Soon it will be
hot, so hot it will be uncomfortable for some, not all. I enjoy
the heat. Shorts and a lightweight shirt and flip-flops clicking
and clacking along the sands of summer. The bay will fill with
foreigners fishing for Jurel and the locals will make good money
guiding the visitors.
A tiny slice of time destined to carry us forward into yet
another century and life. Sometimes it moves so fast and at
others it drifts between cloudlike blurs it's just almost
We are lucky indeed.