Back in the late 60s, my Father took me to Baja California on a life-changing adventure.
Before the trans-peninsular Highway had been completed, one of the preferred routes was to drive to Los Mochis in Sinaloa and take the ferry across the Sea of Cortez to Santa Rosalia.
It was my first time driving— shifting the gritty manual transmission of the International Harvester Scout 80 as we headed south past Mulegé & Bahía Concepción to a quiet little beach called Juncalito.
As we pulled up, my Dad grabbed his cowboy hat, got out of the jeep, and walked over to the family living there on the playa. I snapped this picture of him as he was teaching me the incredible ritual of respectfully greeting the locals before spending the night nearby.
Later that afternoon, as we were preparing dinner, Dad gave me 1/2 bucket of the fresh shrimp that we purchased just before boarding the ferry, I walked over to their casa to share the flavorful treats. The next morning at breakfast, the gesture was returned as the fisherman shared a beautiful Sea Bass for us to enjoy.
This artistic image was created from one of my first exposures on my Kodak Instamatic Camera.
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