A raw and unforgiving land, the Baja peninsula oozes life and death in perpetuity. In Baja, the desert continually meets the sea. The Pacific Ocean lies to the west of the thousand mile long, narrow peninsula and the nurturing waters of the Sea of Cortez to the east. Drying remains of sea birds and skeletons of countless fish litter the beaches. Large carcasses of dead horses, donkeys, cattle and other mammal life need to be avoided on the highways.
Abundant fish swim in the water and desert life darts from footsteps in the thorny brush.
A tremendous variety of birds wheel and descend to the beach in a constant forage for food. Our dog, Gypsy, chased jack-rabbits daily in the cactus scrub. Today the road emerged from the hold of the desert to straddle a vast area of tidal flats. Decaying old ditches to retain seawater in shallow lagoons surrounded the roadbed. The large eroding earthwork hinted of a giant wading pool to her five year-old way of thinking.