There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label crabs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crabs. Show all posts

30 December 2014

Playa Cerritos

Cruising on down the Baja California Sur highway, enjoying whales breaching to my right, and the beautiful Mexican landscape to my left. The worries of the work world are melting away with each passing kilometer.

In the corner of my eye I spot what appears to be a mosque built on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the ocean. I slow down and look for the unmarked dirt road so that I can explore further.

The dirt road leads to a surf camp and recreational vehicle park, with a smattering of personalities strewn about...American surfers sitting around a fire, Canadian travelers in their RVs drinking Tecate or Corona, people in tents looking to live off the grid, etc....

I wave as I pass each one, with friendly salutations given in return. Their are no judgments found here, as we all seem to be striving for the same thing.....freedom to just live the way we want.

The mosque building is actually a hotel, although the owners are about to go out of business. I park on the cliffs overlooking the Pacific and hike down to the water.
The tide is coming in as I get closer to the shore. All manner of crabs are scrambling on the rocks, bracing for the impact of the waves as they crash upon them. I see the remaining shells of crabs that lost this never ending battle with the ocean.

As I'm focusing on a particularly colorful monster crab, I pay no attention to the waves until it is too late. With a loud crack the wave slams against the rock and drenches both myself and the crab. Of course I'm taking a video during the whole ordeal, and the scene is captured in all of it's mundane brilliance.
I laugh uncontrollably as I take off my shirt and shorts and pin them to the car windows to dry off in the sun as I rest in Playa Cerritos.

26 November 2013

how crabs awoke my conscience

It was the night of June 23rd, 2013 when the SuperMoon broke free of the heavy clouds over the Indian Ocean and bathed us in it's light.
Crabs could easily be spotted running in the moonlight from rock to rock, skittering crazily along in the sand. A couple of the guys decided to dig a hole. I didn't pay much attention to them, as the moon was mesmerizing....

"Look at them go!"  I heard one of the guys shout. I wandered over to see what all the commotion was......
to discover they had caught two crabs, put them in the hole to watch them fight Gladiator style.

I watched for a few until I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

Heart attack?

No, just my conscience rearing up, making me feel sick about what I was witnessing. It wasn't right, it just seemed cruel.

I walked away, out towards the ocean waves with the SuperMoon as my guiding light.