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Maps in baja norte in baja sur
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We took off, into the desert, into the hills, into the boojum and the cardon and the wrinkled land, and we met up, hours later, at camp, under the stars, under the Milky Way, under the most brilliant sky. There is something about an open night sky, and travel, maybe even about isolation, which makes people discuss the otherworldly. Maybe it was the heat, but we talked about the size of the galaxy, the possibility that the universe is not alone in a 'constellation of universes', and the meaning of death, and life, and about how it would be good that reportedly, beer would be sold in Baja the next day. Vance trekked in the night to sleep under the cave paintings, I took to the arroyo, and wrote in my notepad, 'No laws in Baja. Can do whatever you want.' |