RE-DISCOVERED GEMS - BAJA SUR, MEXICO

This is the first in a series of photographs taken before I started blogging and right after I started using my first digital camera.

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First Stop:  Playa Coyote (a little south of Muleje):

These are Mobula Rays (or Devil Rays or flapjacks or little black kites!).  These rays are  breathtaking to watch when dozens of them at a time fling themselves out of the water to flip and flop and splash then settle down again.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oi2C4f12U_I

There are differing opinions for this behavior, but some romantic locals believe it's part of a mating ritual.  This pair glided right past me, in calf-deep water, not a care in the world, and slowly enough for me to capture them "on film"!

No self respecting Baja beach would be without its share of Pelicans.  Watching them dive for food was the daily entertainment.  And this one was a little more colorful than the California Brown Pelicans I'm used to seeing.  Note the mohawk styling!

Still ensconced at Playa Coyote, one Springy night the beach community was treated to a lovely eclipse of the moon.

The shy creature down in the hole has no idea what remarkable, abstract beach art it has created.  A monochrome Jackson Pollock wannabe!

In spite of the smooth skin, those prickly spines don't invite touching!

This is one of several marvelous geologic formations imaginative guides like to show off during visits to Isla Espiritu Santo, off the coast of La Paz.  Pretty scary, eh?

Todos Santos Big Foot Pepper Tree

Although way off the beaten track, Bajia de los Suenos (Bay of Dreams), formerly a quiet,  hidden fishing village, has been discovered.   When we visited, however, the area was still quite rustic, and despite signs of construction for another Baja mega resort, no-frills, beachside parking was available.

Guerrero Negro, on Baja's West coast is one of two large Gray Whale nurseries.  Re-finding this photo, gave me goosebumps all over again.  What a thrill to see this mom nudge right up to our boat to catch a warm shower from the outboard motor's spray!

Scammon's Lagoon is also the location of Guerrero Negros's salt mines (visible on the horizon...

...and home to dozens of Osprey nests elevated on specially-built mounts along the roads throughout the town.  Look closely at this nest to see the junk this mother scarfed up to provide homey comforts for her little one.  OK, not so little!  Good mom bird!

Stay tuned for more Baja magical discoveries.

I AM WOMAN...HEAR ME ROAR!

You know I don't take to my soapbox too often.  Not often enough, actually.  Yet here I am.  And for starters, you are "listening" to a woman who is Pro Life AND Pro Choice.

I have been appalled at efforts of male-dominated legislative bodies to formulate laws that would return women's rights to the dark ages:  barefoot, pregnant and tied to the bedstead; to formulate draconian laws that intrude on female reproductive rights, to limit access to birth control, to defund Planned Parenthood, and the craziest of crazy, to establish personhood rights for a fertilized egg.   2011 was an exciting year indeed!  And it's not over yet.

For me, the most galling, deceptive piece of fiction in today's media is the campaign by uber-right wing activists to deny Planned Parenthood any federal money because performing abortions is one of the many services it offers.  They have attempted to paint  Planned Parenthood as an abortion factory and, therefore, none of your tax dollars should be available to that organization.

HELLOOOOO...NO federal money has been used by Planned Parenthood for abortions.  EVER.  NONE.  ZILCH.  NADA!  Use of federal funds in the performance of abortions by ANY person or organization has been illegal since the establishment of the Hyde Amendment in 19SEVENTY-SIX for dog's sake!

Whew!  I'm getting really steamed.  A rational summary of these issues can be found in Salon.com's article "Susan G. Komen's Priceless Gift," "a radical decision woke the country up ... and gave new life to women's health advocacy."

Spread the word.  Please.

http://www.salon.com/2012/02/04/susan_g_komen’s_priceless_gift/

Thanks for listening.

CHEERING AWAY THE GLOOM

It's been a few whiles since I shared what I like best about the outdoors:  wildflowers.  Here's hoping these wildflowers (some may be repeats) will help cheer you if your mid-Winter day has a slate gray sky.

Cheer up bunkie...Spring will be here before you know it!

MADISON AVENUE

Most of the time I think ads and commercials are pretty lame, but every so often, something coming out of a Madison Avenue right brain makes me chuckle.  Like the woman, Jen, who telephones her boyfriend, Todd, just to tell him she's giving him the silent treatment!

Or, the packaging for "Bugles," my all time favorite junk food snack (recently rediscovered at The Dollar Tree).

I know, I know -- pretty corny.  But I love shaggy dog jokes too.

THESE BOOTS, MADE FOR WALKING,...

...were worn by Karen Lutz, a through-hiker, when, in 1978, she hiked the entire length of the Appalachian Trail, lovingly referred to as "The AT."  A "through-hiker" is someone who hikes the entire distance, from Georgia to Maine, in one season.  Ms. Lutz' fabulous feat took her 5-1/2 months to complete.

Boots made of lightweight fabric and leather last about 1,000 miles; the heavyweight full grain leather boots pictured here lasted 1,600 miles.   Since the entire AT is 2179 miles, I'm guessing Ms. Lutz had to break in TWO pairs of boots as part of her pre-trip planning!  I couldn't see the maker's name on this pair, but they sure look like the Dunhams I used to wear.  (No relation!!)

The AT is well marked and many times tied into local spur trails.  This one appeared on the Tennessee-North Carolina state line in Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

The Appalachian Trail, a "Scenic Trail" part of the National Park system, was completed in 1937, passes through 14 states, and is meticulously maintained by 31 trail-maintaining hiking clubs throughout its length, thus making the AT the only volunteer-managed National Park.

Some parts of the AT are "improved" with steps, shelters, information kiosks and picnic tables that double as roadside picnic areas, like this one at Dick's Creek Gap, that also provides trailhead parking for day hikers. The trail signage is carved into rock and helps keep hikers oriented.

Other trail sections are more back-to-nature!

As part of her Masters Degree study, Ms. Lutz determined that through-hikers need from 4,000 to 6,000 calories per day. Just imagine the food planning necessary; imagine the fuel conservation necessary; just imagine the fitness training required!  

Today, Ms. Lutz is the Mid-Atlantic Regional Director of the Appalachian Trail Conservancy.  Her through-hiker boots were encased at a Blue Ridge Parkway museum honoring the Civilian Conservation Corps and other pioneers.

THE BIRDS & THE BEES

PROLIFIC POLLINATORS 

Enumclaw, WA honey bees

Fort Bragg, CA bumbles

Fort Bragg, CA honey bees

So laden with sweet nectar he can barely fly!

Diggin' in..."I know there's some left in there"!

E.B White's "Song of the Queen Bee" is my absolute FAVORITE poem of all time! Scoffing at mankind, one of the queen's refrains is "...[man] thinks he's advancing as long as he's changing..."  So true!

http://www.badbeekeeping.com/ebwhite.htm

Most fun when read aloud.  Enjoy!

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BACKYARD FEATHERED FRIENDS
Never fail to delight

Coarsegold, CA Goldfinches

 Coarsegold, CA Bluebirds of happiness clean up well in my backyard birdbath!

 Coarsegold, CA little red House Finches.  Clicking to enlarge this one, lets you better see the Finch on the right in flight, coming in fast, not to miss his very own primo spot at the banquet "table"!

Coarsegold, CA Blue Jay with an uppity attitude!

An enlargement of this zaftig little sentry was one of eight chosen by members to grace Park Sierra's Clubhouse walls.  His favorite lookout is right outside the front of my rig, where his charges feast on leftover nyjer (thistle) seeds scattered on the ground by rowdy Goldfinches. 

 His name is Stanley.  Don't you think that's just a perfect moniker for him?

"WOLF'S MILK SLIME"

 or LYCOGALA EPIDENDRUM to any students of botany or mycology out there.

When in Santa Cruz, I use the disposal station at New Brighton State Park in Aptos to relieve my tanks.  I found these little lovelies on a rotted, downed log near the fresh water spigot.  It was the tiny pink blobs that caught my eye.

These are actually considered a slime mold, not a fungus, and when opened, they ooze a toothpaste-like substance.  Ick!  As interesting as they presented, I chose to go no further and didn't poke any of them!!  For some really nice closeups, go to:

http://www.bio.brandeis.edu/fieldbio/Fungi_Miller_Stevens_Rumann/Pages/lycogala_epidendrum_page.html

and for images of the slime, go to:
http://wiseacre-gardens.com/wordpress/slime-mold-lycogala-epidendrum/

Who names this stuff anyway?!!