January 16, 2004
Helen was from San Francisco. She and her (boyfriend? husband?) Taylor had camped near us at Bahía de Los Angeles a few nights before, and we ran into them here. What are the odds, you ask. Very good, since there is nothing and nobody in this part of the world, nobody but the small family who maintains the mission, nothing but the cacti and the craggy mountains and the sun-baked wildlife. Helen and Taylor were grad students at Berkeley. We never saw them again, but they were lively company and they live forever in the story of that trip to Baja and in our photos, at least until the lights go out and the pixels are lost.
Later that year I would become pregnant with our first child. We swore we would go back to Baja again, when the kid(s) were old enough.
We haven’t been back yet.
It would be kind of cool if Helen or Taylor saw this. If you know them, pass it on.
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