San Ignacio Lagoon - Guide Report
Feb. 22, 2015
by Maria-Teresa Solomons
Thoughts that stir: the start of a day at the lagoon
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I inhale and exhale
slowly for a minute or two to calm my pulse and hold my breath, and from my top
bunk camper window, watch the changing colors outside, a beautiful contrast of
clouds and reflections. Another couple of minutes pass by and I repeat the
process again, each time extending the breath-hold a little more observing the
thoughts that cross my mind.
I´m a freediver as
well as one of the camp guides here and each day as we all revel in clearly the
most intimate contact with an animal you are ever likely to have, I´m reminded
of each other life altering experience, of every privileged encounter I have
had underwater on my own, dancing amongst giants.
Although as part of
the marine mammal protection act in this reserve as well as in Scammons Lagoon
and Magdalena Bay, it´s forbidden to dive with the Gray whales, and even then
only a very small section of the lagoon is within limits for whale-watching. In
order to enter the area each guest receives a paper bracelet for each day that
they enter the reserve, from the Secretary for Marine Resources and Natural
Protected Areas (SEMARNAT), which is included as part of the Camp Cortez fee.
In addition to this the San Ignacio community itself has instigated its own
system of monitoring for who comes in and out of the area, and how many boats
there can be at any one time. It´s perfect.
Being a guide here is perhaps
an Overture to the song of the humpbacks I´ve felt resonate through me at
different depths, or the resident Whale sharks I dive alongside in the Sea of
Cortez, where I´ve spent many other seasons.
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Holding my breath I
remember how yesterday, she heaved her baby up to the extended arms and how I
watched the escalating excitement of everyone out there, including the boat alongside
waiting its turn. A touch, or more, a caress, is as breathtaking as the
unexpected warmth of its spongy rubbery skin.
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