February 15-18
My forefathers hunted whales for their blubber and later made
good money selling baleen for those corsets and stays that kept our foremothers’ wasp waists slender. In fact, the original Gratitude was a whaler owned by my
great great grandfather. As far as I know, the gray whales were not their
quarry, though. The grays have schooled to mate in Magdalena Bay for all known time.
After the long coastal swim down from the Bering Sea they famously play, mate
and give birth to calves in lagoons along the outer Baja coast. Ever since my
parents visited San Ignacio lagoon and took movies of mating (gulp) whales,
I’ve had an itch to do my own whale watching tour.
Last week in a sudden burst of energy we surveyed local tour
companies and jumped on the opportunity to join a 4 day whale watching trip led
by Mar y Aventuras. Generally we’ve been pretty much coast locked, that is to
say traveling close to the shorelines, but this trip started with a long drive
across the peninsula to the fishing town of Puerto San Carlos where we refueled
on the way down Baja. The adventure started with a walk to LunaSol inn, three
blocks from our La Paz marina and home to M y A offices. Over breakfast our
guide Miguel introduced everyone told us what to expect. We found that 4 out
of 6 of us were from Washington, the other two being Coupeville residents, Jan
and Anne. Judy and her daughter Sue from the SF Bay area rounded out the select group.
Traveling in the van we watched the desert roll by, mostly
cactus lands with cattle ranching. Miguel told us matter of factly that during
drought ranchers burn the spines off the cactus to give the cattle forage with
some water content. At a potty stop about half way we pulled up to a small
stone building, a restaurant featuring machaca burritos. In spite of the early hour, beef cooking
smelled great, a delicious elevenses. We had never heard of this salty dried
meat concoction, but soon located some future machaca hanging laundry style on a
line outside.
At Pt San Carlos we were dropped off on a beach (remember there’s a fee for docking?) and waded out to the waiting panga, a large, stable skiff that would be our whale watching vessel as it turned out. Charlie helps moor the panga. |
Camp
Approaching the shore I wished my camera was ready. The
sandy beach of Man of War Cove stretched on forever with the only human habitation
our temporary little white tents in neat rows and two brown army tents, one for
cooking, one for dining. I never did get a good photo, but the camp looked
almost the same from the back. (3photos) We anchored off here back in 2005 with
Iain and Ruth in Bizim. Never thought I’d be back, especially living in a tent
on sand for three nights! Savory hot
meals three times a day, happy hour every evening and lots of reading/siesta
time in a lovely quiet place made up for having to pee on the open shore. We slept on cots with Thermarest
mattresses which Charlie found more comfortable than his boat berth!
Whale Watching
Whale Watching
Susie ready for action |
"Right Handed" whale, barnacles on left |
This side scrapes the bottom while feeding |
Double blowhole characteristic of baleen whales |
Surprise! |
On the second day we went to the mouth of Mag Bay looking
for mating whales. We quickly found the action, whales thrashing around
unmindful of gawking observers, and exposing what our guide dubbed “the Pink
Floyd.” Charlie’s best photo shows a joyful male exposing his stomach, flippers
outstretched and PF in view. Sideways profile shots eluded us.
Pink Floyd... Let it all hang out! |
We also went to the Bajo area of the bay where in 4 fathoms
or so the calves are born and begin to develop. The shallows are safer for the
babies. There were two we saw but most calving occurs in the northern lagoons.
Side Trips
Our other activities included a morning paddle up the
closest estuary. The lowish tide opened up mudflats for many wading birds to
forage. The red mangroves here were much smaller and less robust than in San
Blas or Maz.
Charlie, Susie, Sue, Judy, Anne and Jan |
We also panga-ed over to the fishing village of Magdalena, a
few miles west, where we observed fish skins drying, took a botanical hike and
looked down at the Pacific shore. This area was once explored as a phosphate
source, but the mines were never developed, fortunately, as little of the
mineral was found.
Sunsets and dune walks on the skinny barrier island
entertained us and exercised our cameras. Desicated sand rooted shrubs were
home to huge numbers of white snails. How they survive in the arid conditions
is a mystery, but I bet the hungry coyotes crunch up quite a number. Strange to
say this place was hard to leave.
Great photos and story, Susie! It looks like a very good time. I think the photo of PF was tactfully done. - Colene
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