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It may be spelled catsup.  My English is getting…sporty.

I won’t try to organize these. We are way behind.

The gull and the osprey were discussing ownership of a dead fish.

The Raven skipped the discussion phase of the negotiation.

We took a picture of this bottle, and we’ll bring it home. How pathetic is that?

This is an actual fishing village. It’s been here for a hundred years or so. No, I don’t get it.

This is a ladyfish. Proof that all of God’s creatures are not here for the benefit of man. 98% bones. Purer than Ivory soap.

Someone is traveling all over Mexico and leaving pinch-pots in the middle of the desert.

A HUGE problem in Mexico is establishing property rights. Many of the property deeds were issued by European monarchs to a man and his descendants. Once a property is developed, and the money starts flowing, descendants appear. Apparently Mexico doesn’t have an easy “quit-claim” or “quiet title” process. So the old “possession is 9/10ths” process applies, although the golden rule will trump in the end, seeing as Mexico has “justice” and not “rule of law.”

Punta Pulpito is a volcano, or an igneous intrusion, depending on if there’s a difference between the two. In the center of this picture is a huge vein of pure obsidian (volcanic glass) with white inclusions. Pepper with salt. The obsidian is inadequately annealed and tends to powder on contact. Edit: It’s possibly cooler than that, even. The white dots may be post-cooling cristobalite crystal growth from overheating after formation, and the overheating would also cause vitrification, which would cause the surface to be weak. We can do the same thing to glass in our kiln at home.

(Front-to-back) Ripple, some cool rocks, Bright Water, and Punta Pulpito, giving you some idea of the scale of the obsidian vein.

Huge fallen rocks with extremely fragile glass/tufa interface. It literally flies apart if you rub it.

I was going to do a whole post on this whale. Count your blessings.

So we were motoring along in the Sea of Cortez and we saw a young humpback tail-lobbing. We watched her, and she splashed maybe 20-30 times. Hmmm. So we motored over.

She took a look at us, moved exactly 200′ away (measured by radar) and started in again.

Maybe 60-70 more slaps. Some were huge. She lifted herself way out of the water to get maximum slappage.

Then she stopped to see if we were still there. Still 200′ away.

Meanwhile, someone, or something, was still making pinch-pots in the middle of the desert.

We figure she did at least 100 tail slaps in less than half an hour. Then she waved and moved on, her performance over. Our applause meant nothing to her.