DAY 20. FEBRUARY 26, 2018. A Monday.

I awoke this morning to a dog pack happily scampering about in the light of the sunrise out on the sand. Malachi the Wonder Beast, old man doggo that he is, tried very gamely to participate. The younger dogs seemed to recognize his age and treated him more gently than they treated each other. When he got overly excited and tried to jump in the fray the German Shepherd in the group gave Malachi a warning snarl to tell him to back off. It was definitely an act of kindness rather than act of aggression as the Wonder Beast is a little unsteady on his legs at times these days. Malachi does what he does best since he is not as spry as he once was. He stood in place and barked until the other dogs took notice and came over for some friendly sniffing and he slowly meandered after them once the moved on. The light was so pretty in the morning I hung out with the doggos for a long time taking pictures and just enjoying being around the sheer joy of doggos chasing after each other and wrestling in a warm, sandy place. For whatever reason they had chosen the outside of out palapa as their home base. It was a good way to wake up.

Zack Attack and Bill debated going fishing again today even though Bill had to get back to San Diego tonight, but ultimately decided they were trying to hard. Fish just weren’t meant to happen on this trip. Bill took off and we decided to head onto our next destination, Guerrero Negro. Right next to Guerrero Negro is Ojo de Liebre Lagoon where the grey whales hang out at this time of year for breeding and birthing. We worked out a couple logistical items while Malachi the Wonder Beast lounged around and stole other dogs’ beds. We I awoke this morning to a dog pack happily scampering about in the light of the sunrise out on the sand. Malachi the Wonder Beast, old man doggo that he is, tried very gamely to participate. The younger dogs seemed to recognize his age and treated him more gently than they treated each other. When he got overly excited and tried to jump in the fray the German Shepherd in the group gave Malachi a warning snarl to tell him to back off. It was definitely an act of kindness rather than act of aggression as the Wonder Beast is a little unsteady on his legs at times these days. Malachi does what he does best since he is not as spry as he once was. He stood in place and barked until the other dogs took notice and came over for some friendly sniffing and he slowly meandered after them once the moved on. The light was so pretty in the morning I hung out with the doggos for a long time taking pictures and just enjoying being around the sheer joy of doggos chasing after each other and wrestling in a warm, sandy place. For whatever reason they had chosen the outside of out palapa as their home base. It was a good way to wake up.

Zack Attack and Bill debated going fishing again today even though Bill had to get back to San Diego tonight, but ultimately decided they were trying to hard. Fish just weren’t meant to happen on this trip. Bill took off and we decided to head onto our next destination, Guerrero Negro. Right next to Guerrero Negro is Ojo de Liebre Lagoon where the grey whales hang out at this time of year for breeding and birthing. We worked out a couple logistical while Malachi the Wonder Beast stole other dogs’ beds. We hit the road in the early afternoon. We managed to survive a showdown with a cow in the road and the ubiquitous pot holes everyone complains about. We got into the campsite right at the lagoon just as the sun was setting. The light was beautiful over the salt fields from Guerrero Negro Saltworks. We scored the last palapa along the road and prepared ourselves for whale watching on the morrow. Yay whales! managed to survive a showdown with a cow in the road and the ubiquitous pot holes everyone complains about. We got into the campsite right at the lagoon just as the sun was setting. The light was beautiful over the salt fields from Guerrero Negro Saltworks. We scored the last palapa along the road and prepared ourselves for whale watching on the morrow. Yay

whales!