With fond memories of La Paz left in our wake, the sun rose with us to the sumptuous sights of the Los Cabos coastline—the end of the world for the Baja California Peninsula, and home to bustling bio fauna bursting about the benthic banks that have drawn fishermen and leviathans here for millennia.
Later in the day we enjoyed sights of humpback whales on our way to the brisk waters of Bahía Los Frailes, nestled next door to Cabo Pulmo National Park, with snorkeling, stand up paddleboarding, beach walks and birding excursions—and maybe a beverage or two on the seashore.
But for today, nothing could live up to the morning’s excitement to be in the company of a dozen killer whales hunting off the Gorda Banks. From the largest male to the smallest newborn through the pod of matriarchs, the sea pandas swarmed us as they chased mobula ray and thresher sharks into fleeing to the skies. At one point a kill was made, and exuberant fluke slaps ensued as gulls, petrels, and fulmars picked at the scraps. What a special start to this exploration of the Gulf—one might even say it was killer. Onward!
