“Peter Benchley is on The Horizon,” our dive ops manager, Tracy
Andrew, announced as she disembarked from the panga boat and climbed aboard
our 85-foot charter dive vessel, The Ocean Odyssey. I was among the 16 shark
divers and 10 crewmembers who stood bunched and excited on the afterdeck upon
hearing the news. Hard as I tried to keep a dignified aura behooving a
journalist on assignment, I found myself hip-checking through the small crowd
and, with overeager impatience, asking, “Did you talk to him!?”
It was November of 2004. Our vessel sat anchored in the northeast leeward
side of Isle de Guadalupe, some 300 yards off an area known as “Shark
Heaven.” The Horizon, sister boat of The Odyssey, sat at anchor not far
off, also loaded with shark divers, led by ecotour operator, Paul
“Doc” Anes. I was signed on with Patric ... (more)
The self-guiding upper trail leads us through an ice plant meadow to Pinniped
Point, an outlook more than 200 feet above an epochal expanse of rugged
bluffs, cavernous alcoves, and a tide pool fringed with lounging California
sea lions. First thing I notice is the sense of holy isolation once aloft.
Then I remember the admonishments the guide from Island Packers Cruises had
made to about 20 of us fresh off the boat earlier this morning. She told us
to stay a body’s length away from cliff edges; many of them are
undercut and the soil rests on decomposing volcanic rock &mdash... (more)
Traffic is amping up with the Tecate sunrise now: exact time unknown. I can
smell, even taste, the acrid carbon monoxide-dust fumes coming under my door
like Dracula fog. The loose window slats – there are 16 small,
sand-blasted rectangles held haphazardly in place with finishing nails
sticking out of each window frame – also efficiently let in the new
morning’s dirty noise rising off Hidalgo Avenue. I’m on the
second floor at the Junipero Hotel. My room faces this main drag that cuts
through Loreto’s heart.
The town is one of Baja California Sur&rsq... (more)