There is something very special about kayaking through mangroves. Living in Jersey it's not something that I get to do that often so we were eager to visit this special corner of Baja, repeating a section of the journey from the year before.
Entry into the mangroves wasn't that easy because of the outgoing tide but the ability to increase the amount of power into the forward stroke and a knowledge of ferry gliding ensured that we were able to overcome the power of the current, allowing us access to the serenity of the mangrove swamp.
What was immediately noticeable was the silence, there was some noise from the numerous birds in the area but almost nothing else, as we drifted through the narrow channels.
We spent a couple of hours in this rather special place before commencing the crossing to Isla San Francisco. Sadly we knew that this was going to be our last full day on the water.
Before we left the camp Kate had time for a bit of beach art. There were hundreds of these huge shells littering the beach.
Alex entering the mangroves, the current is flowing from left to right with deceptive speed.
Paddling along the main channel.
Looking back to the north. This gives some idea of the width of the main channel
Entering one of the narrower side channels. Apart from the drip of water off the paddles there was almost total silence.
Tracey reaching the end of a minor channel.
Nicky heading out of the mangroves. Our next destination is Isla San Francisco which is clearly visible over the top of the shingle bank.
Crossing to Isla San Francisco.