This time of year there are so many interesting, even exciting
things happening in Bahia de Los Angeles on the Sea of Cortez.
Yesterday a change in the wind slammed into the coast from the
west and by early evening blew a few kayakers out into the bay
in a threatening way and caused some caring folks to get their
boats into the water and go to their rescue. Doc Abraham and
others brought them all in to a secure environment. We were
there to see the event, to help pull a kayak or two out of the
water and wind and to safety.
Today we went into town for supplies and a meal. It takes us a
half hour in each direction but there is no rush now and we
enjoy the ride. We ate, e-mailed, and bought our stuff and
eventually headed back down the 4 mile dirt track for home. A
mile or so south of the village we encountered a strange sight
that we couldn't identify at first, in the dusty
distance. As we drew closer we see three or four gringos leading
three burros, tiny beasts. The burros are tied by ropes to an
aging Volkswagen bug. They are pulling it in the direction of
the village. What a sight Mary Ann and I agree: burros pulling a
VW and led by the owners of the vehicle. It really was something.
As we approached we pulled off the road to allow them to past.
The man in front of the lead burro smiled.
"Isn't this classic?" he said.
"Wish I had my camera!" I responded. "I
have a tow rope if we can help."
"We'll be OK." He said. And they were
off toward town, a wagon train if you will.
I have no clue how this all turned out. I'm sure they
got to town. The gringos most likely found the burros wandering
wild in the desert. While they belong to the old Diaz Ranch,
they aren't fenced in and go where they please. They
cause problems at Gecko and they try and break my PVC water
pipes during the dryness of summer with the complete lack of
water, but they are sweet and will allow you to approach them at
times, occasionally will allow you to pet them. There is an old
one, scared and worn down. I wonder if that one might have been
at this same location when we lived here. There were no homes
here back then and we had nothing but time. There was a small
band of burros that came by occasionally to entertain us. We
loved their visits, looked for them in the otherwise deserted desert.
Doc Abraham tells us they can live up to forty years. Just
possibly the oldest one was part of the band that helped us
while away the months in the early '70's.
Sometimes I think of putting water out for them. But that would
be sporadic support and I don't want to do that. And
then they'd just look for more water and I won't
In the end, I guess tonight, we're pretty much on our
own to develop our lives. While the human race has caused a few
changes to this concept, independence is pretty much what we see
when we watch the natural environment here from day to day
across time. Most of us in the animal kingdom are on our own.