Iris Publishing	Baja Paddling Epic Day Six
The Beginning Day One Day Two Day Three Day Four Day Five Day Six Sun gets fierce Beautiful Beach Pelican Skull Dolphin Skull Roger & Jan The End	The wind didn't die down for long last night. Before the sun came up it started blowing hard again. We packed up after a two night stay and set off midst large swells and wind waves from the north. This was my hardest day, emotionally. I was tired having had trouble sleeping that night and my thoughts were attacking me. I almost cried until I realized that I was simply tired and those thoughts were completely unreliable. The sun was taking its toll on us, so bandanas started appearing on faces. We started looking like banditos on water. The water rocked us all around - up, down, sideways. We stopped at a lovely beach between two points. There was azure blue water over smooth white sand. Roger had us practice surf landings, complete with handsignals. The waves were coming in, but were n't very big because they'd been broken by rocks further out. I hadn't wanted to stop, but I'm glad we did, it was gorgeous. This was voted the most beautiful beach. It was a vast expanse of white sand which is quite rare for this part of the coast. We reached this beach for a lunch stop after paddling through heavy seas. We practiced surf landings in preparation for where we were to take out at the end of the trip. It was a good thing we did. Kathy holding a pelican skull that we found at that beautiful beach. A dolphin skull found on that same beautiful beach. John is modeling it as some kind of new hat style. We went on after lunch to a hidden arroyo where another couple was already setting up camp. They were gracious enough to share the spot with us, which was good because we were all exhausted after paddling in the heavy seas. I called this spot the Arroyo Escondido. I don't think I've mentioned what it feels like on this trip. Our hands are always dry and crusty with salt. Hair is stiff and unruly. We are all getting rather fixated on the basics of existence - eating, paddling, and eliminating. Roger and Jan are getting tired, but their spirits are cheerful, as always. The stars are incredible. It's marvelous to be able to linger while gazing at the winter sky. At home, we have enough warmth to last for a quick look, then we beat a retreat into the house. Here, we can dawdle and wonder at the billions of points of light long enough that we can see shooting stars and satellites. The water is calmer tonight and as I settle into my sleeping bag I can hear Chris, John, Jan and Roger talking softly.