Spring in La Bocana

After the rains. La Bocana has many faces, and of course, the local face that we all love!

These beautiful photos were submitted by Margery Buck. Please send your beautiful photos, too!

THE KALEIDOSCOPIC SEA

From the journal of Gordon, first American resident of La Bocana. 1963

In Baja the sea was our theatre.

Recurrent inbound fog engulfed the bay, rising over cliffs and up the mountain side. Sea and merged indistinguishable. Fog cascaded over the mountain back of the Port like a massive waterfall. Wind-blown clouds cast moving shadows at sea. Shafts
of light, pouring through breaks in the clouds, illumined strips
of water near the horizon.

The bay reflected the rosy colors of dawn. At twilight, the sun, setting in mist, cast a pale-orange, Monet light on the water. On fog-free days, boats, rocks and whitecaps were as sharply defined as a Winslow Homer.

Violent winter storms drove waves against the rocks.

The outer sea was an opaque green with whitecap highlights.
Close to the rocks the bay was seething foam. In the summer,
the bay sparkled and the surf was quiet. Late one summer after noon, the setting sun struck widespread kelp beds. The kelp leaves in the wind and the ocean flashed with golden light. Rainbow spectrums appeared in spray blown laterally along the wave tops by a north wind.

V-shaped formations of pelican flew over the point at twilight hovering over the schools of anchovy below. Their dive was comical hodge-podge of wings, feet and joints spread in all directions. They hit the water with a splash that stunned the fish. Their dive was comical hodge-podge of wings, feet and joints spread in all directions. They hit the water with a splash that stunned the fish.

Submitted by Margery Buck.

La Bocana circa 1960

These photos were taken in 1960 by Opal and Gordon, the first American residents of La Bocana.

Submitted by Margery Buck.

More Photos

If you have some photos you would like to share, send them to Sharon at Sharon.Darrough@gmail.com. Click on any photo to make it larger.

Fright Night?

I want to share my frightening New Years Eve experience with you. After our wonderful first annual New Years Eve party I said Good Night to Dallas and Emily and snuggled down in my trailer to read a little. I dozed off and was rudely awakened about 10:30 pm by someone pounding on the front of my trailer and shaking it violently back and forth. Needless to say, I was terrified. I was alone and had nothing to defend myself with except a small pepper spray canister. The closest house is Romulo and he was in town. I knew if I screamed, Dallas and Emily couldn’t hear me. All I could think of was the horror stories I had heard from all of my “do good” friends warning me to stay out of Mexico. I knew I would have to face my attacker or I would never get out alive.

So…armed with a flashlight and my little can of pepper spray and my heart pounding, I stepped out of my door and there HE was… a big cow scratching her back on the front of the trailer. After I regained my composure I chased her so far down the road screaming and yelling that I thought she would never return. Well…return she did. In the morning she had mowed down most of my flowers and some of Emily’s too! Dallas chased her through the gate about 5:30 am on New Years Day.

Submitted by Carol Snyder