It’s come to my attention that I really don’t notice clouds without some help. It takes a nudge by my companions to get me looking up. I’ll blame it on my sun hat. Despite my limitations I know clouds make the day and frequently the picture. A pure blue sky is rather bland not to mention hot. Sunset and sunrise need clouds for dramatic color. With three certified cloud aficionados (one a member of the Cloud Appreciation Society) I am casting my eyes heavenwards far more often. There are a lot of interesting things going on over our bit of Baja. First up we have the ocean meeting the mountains. We also have humid meeting desert. Then we also have very few contrails since we are not on the way to anywhere. Trans Baja flights almost always fly over the Bahia de California. Our diversity of cloud formations defies the simple four (or three) types we were taught in school. I just looked them up: Nimbus, Cumulous, Stratus, Cirrus. These four are massive heads of the cloud pyramid. They are more like saying something is an animal, vegetable or mineral. There are so many sub-cloud types and mixtures of clouds it’s no wonder I gave up a long time ago trying to make a cloud fit into one of the four groups. It bewildered me. Today’s search of the internet convinced me it is hopeless to identify without professional help. I am relegating myself to admirer.
Yesterday’s clouds were dynamic and diverse. We spent the day looking for whales and checking out different sea caves. Some whales were spotted spouting from a distance. One sea cave was filled with sand and another had a shrine with food and beverages for a departed loved one. Overhead the clouds wilted and whisped and did their cloud thing. We concluded with a late lunch and mojitos. Bed time came early.