The flats

I used to think a decent ocean, a real ocean, had surf. Crashing surf. All the time. Not little ripples that politely lap the shore. But I've grown to appreciate the relative calm of the Sea of Cortez, the bay at San Felipe, and its tidal flats.

Waves pounding the shore can become monotonous. The tidal flats offer variety, reveal new shapes. Rivulets of draining water. Wet sand reflecting the sky. The wading birds come to hunt. And odd marine life makes itself known. I do miss surfer girls, though.