Beautiful.

I scramble to unlash the kayak resting on the roof of my pickup. As my kayak arrows towards the activity, I grow anxious, willing the sun to stay up a just a bit longer. About half an hour later, I am paddling among them, in the middle of a pancake commercial, flapjack-like creatures tumbling over themselves, flying everywhere, some of them off in the distance, some only feet away.

I’ve been entranced by the magic of the Sea of Cortez since reading Steinbeck’s Log

Michael Albert’s story and photos about his encounter with the Mobulas certainly re-confirm it’s place on my must-travel list.