As we traveled Baja California, we found ourselves meandering from the Pacific coast to the Sea of Cortez coast at the whim of Highway 1 and its remote gas stations.
There’s no surf in Bahia de los Angeles, but we found ourselves ensnared by the beauty of the place for a few days longer than we had expected, having only come here as a fill-up stop to make sure we had all we needed for our next, more remote trip, on the Pacific side.
We stayed here exactly 5 days, 4 more than we’d planned, 4 of which were free of charge due to Gabriel’s amazing negotiation skills and willingness to work.
We were completely entranced by the pace of this place. Sure, the whole desert of Baja works on a rhythm different than the rest of the world, but this place especially felt like a wormhole stretching the fabric of space time.
After helping out the groundskeeper in digging a hole for a porter potty, Gabriel found that physical activity was a great way to pass the endless hours, so he built a rock bench next to our campground facing over the bay to the sunrise. He found a perfectly triangular rock that he plopped in an almost ritual manner in front of the bench.
Lost in Space-time
It wasn’t long before we became half consciously hypnotized by the sun’s arc across the sky drawing the rock’s lengthening shadow over the sand, so every hour we placed a new stone to mark the time. The morning hours seemed to drag on forever, lazily and tediously dragging themselves closer to the stone. But as if the stone had some sort of magnetic field only shadows respond to, the sun-ghost found itself speeding its way through the midday hours, only to drag on again in the evening.
All cyclical and rhythmical phenomena played tricks on our perception of time: the ripples, the time coming and going, the birds’ feeding schedules. It was all as timeless as the beginning of creation and as immediate as the moment just passed. We didn’t know how to fill the seconds, but the hours flashed by. We were at once at a standstill, slow motion and sped up.
At night, the stars shone brightly in the infinite cosmos in a way that only authenticated the feeling of having entered a different space-time, or at least having stripped a layer off of what we think is reality. There were almost no spaces between the suns of other galaxies. Planets were nearly outshone by some stars, and satellites were eclipsed by a ceaseless display of shooting stars.
We did our best to capture what we could of this confusing spectacle, and the video below is the result of the passing of 5 hot suns and 5 cool moons in a perfect and beautiful arc over our heads, from horizon to horizon. A time warp in the Baja California desert.
It’s best enjoyed with a good sound system, or at least headphones, as some of the bass plays a key part in the editing.
Landscapes of Bahia de los Angeles
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