Midday at the Oasis

This looked like a good day to paddle to Loreto, with diminishing wind predicted and partly sunny skies.  There was some swell as I launched but the water became nearly glassy as I passed the airport.  The big spit at the mouth  of the arroyo is mostly gone, taken away by Hurricane Paul.  This palm tree appeared in its place, though.  After my lunch at the Oasis these birds posed for me, looking as much like a chow line as anything.  No cutting in line.

Still no wind on my journey home, but there were now waves out of the northeast, left over from some earlier event.  With a push by them, or maybe just the inspiration to paddle harder to stay on course, the return trip took about 45 minutes less.

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