We simply gaze over the rail to witness the thunderous splash of a giant manta leaping, the fin of a silky shark slicing the surface, wide-eyed flying fish barely escaping the gnashing jaws of silvery jacks. From the surface it can all be, quite frankly, a little overwhelming.
With permits in hand, enough fresh produce to feed an army of guinea pigs, and a few butterflies fluttering around our stomachs, we weighed anchor, waved goodbye to the Sea of Cortez, and headed south to go further offshore than we’ve ever been.
There is no better way to breathe in the newness of a year than in the clean, quiet air, warmed by morning sun, off an uninhabited island…. with friends.