We've arrived at the end of America. While rounding Point Loma, we found ourselves in Mexican Cell-phone territory, and we could smell the southern land in the SE wind that blew against our long drive from Catalina to here. The smell of burning plastic and garbage. Ahhh. After a great skiing trip in the high elevations of the Rockies and a return to Altair, we are going south once more. It feels good and also I am nervous. I like the progress after two months of being stationary. I'll be here until Tuesday, probably, and then head to Ensenada to cross the border.
Now for the pictures Here is a Northern Fulmar (I think) that was swimming slowly close to Santa Barbara Island, and I snapped a shot. Zoom in on the beak and look at that thing!
We went to Two Harbors and saw some of the Bison that live on Catalina. They were brought in for a movie a long time ago and have remained. A sort of pitiful little herd, but menacing at the same time.
Hopefully in a few days we'll be in Mexico with all the political things sorted out, in a few more days. From then on, its just a matter of wind and water.