We clambered out of Baja in a wild West wind, leaving behind some of the most surreal scenery that Mother Earth draws from her palate. Starkly jagged mountains, richly diverse cactus forests, wind sculpted canyons - spilling onto ancient sloping alluvial fans, and a sea of beaconing islands, all slipped behind our wings as our props pounded a path through turbulent Mexican skies. New additions to life's weight & balance sheet now include memories of serene sea side bedrolls and their star domed nights, fresh fish dinners, friendly folks, as well as the indifferent, and everywhere, people who's lives are witness to their spirit for adventure.
Course white beach sand falls from our clothing as we now make our way among norte americanos, and settle back into the home routines, with the dust of Baja ingrained in our shoes and on our souls.
Good travels, Berk
