Woke up: Ensenada de los Muertos, Baja California Sur, Mexico
Went to sleep: Ensenada de los Muertos, Baja California Sur, Mexico
Day Number 79
Woke Up Tired
We woke up tired. Twelve hours riding a bucking bronco yesterday resulted in tired, stiff bodies today. Our rest day feels like heaven.
Ensenada de los Muertos, which means Cove of the Dead, has been trying to attract a tourist industry for several years. Developers changed the name to Bahia de los Suenos, Bay of Dreams, and built a modern resort and golf course on the west end. They kept the golf course green and neatly trimmed for a while but when no one came to golf they let it go brown. On the other end, a number of wealthy people have vacation homes. It’s all very lovely but there’s no one here enjoying it except the local fishermen and us.
It took most of the day to get our ‘house’ back in order. Everything in all the cupboards was overturned. Everything else was on the floor. Soon after I got things in order, Peter took me and my yoga mat to shore.
Yoga is more a frame of mind than an exercise. For me, it takes a modicum of privacy to relax and work through the poses. Today I found shade and shelter under a flat, thatched roof of a parking lot, adjacent to a restaurant. Perfect. I laugh when I think of the places I have found to practice. The laundry room at McCuddy’s Marina, the City dock in St. Helen’s, behind a little red school house in Twin Harbors on Catalina Island, and next to a restaurant built in 1535 in Ensenada de los Muertos.
Yoga makes me happy. I feel the toxins and the tension leave my muscles, joints and ligaments with each outbreath. It’s something I can feel successful at.