Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Footprints In The Sand

If you are fortunate enough to find yourself in a beautiful resort on the beach, it is mandatory that you explore the sands, no matter how appealing the pool and its wet bar may be.


The view from one of the higher perches in the resort.
Photographer was tilted...not the horizon.



Mary is fulfilling her obligation to explore,
heading off toward the north.



But the sands soon meet the rocks.
Maybe there's a way through the jagged footing to the sand beyond...
...for a better look at the shack atop the next hill.

Just time the waves, sneak through the arch, and then scale the rocks beyond.


Nope.
Time to retrace steps back to the sand.

Avoid stepping on other beach walkers.



Another rocky point forces one back up the stairs and through the resort
to get back down to the sand on the other side.


Not like the beach, but not a bad walk, either.


That's more like it.


The Westin, right next to where we stayed, was buzzing with construction activity.
It was heavily damaged when Hurricane Odile slammed into Cabo San Lucas in 2015.
What are the odds that the rebuilding will be impervious to hurricanes?


Mary makes footprints.  She's good at it.


But alas, the lass cannot make them last.



The waterfall from this rocky plateau flowed continuously,
since each successive wave refilled the central basin.


Just the tip of the rockberg.


Changing types of rocks appeared along the way,
but none were an insurmountable barrier to bipedal locomotion.


I see Mary sitting on the rockman's shoulder, near his face,
as he claws his way out of the sand.


The flow has done a little sand sculpting.
Be careful not to get caught by the Undertoad,
who lives underwater and pulls in the careless.


A great day for a walk.
Or to fly in the clear blue sky.

Unconcerned with who watches below.

 

Or perhaps watching he who walks below.

And then flying on, unconcerned.





Time to turn around...

...and head back!

A good walk is its own reward.  

And as Mary says, "Si camino más, más margaritas!"

(If I walk more, more margaritas!)

6 comments:

  1. Goodness, I read your entire post and you never once mentioned where this beautiful beach is! Where are/were you?

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    1. Yes I did! I hid it in the Hurricane damage description!

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  2. I'm so glad you were able to get away. You hardly ever leave the house these days.

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    1. He said, from his little piece of heaven on Horseshoe Lake.

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  3. Well now I know where you were! Stunning!

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