A Little Break
Every now and again, I get a chance to mule some wine down and visit my folks in Los Barriles, a little town on the East Cape of Baja California Sur. They’re there half the year, and this extraordinary place is a balm for all the harried and hurried days up north.
My love, Em, had never been down, and my father was running low on wines so we headed down for a few days with some of our latest releases that he hadn’t had yet.
I had heard about a waterfall that ran at the end of a big wash, but I hadn’t made the effort to get out to it. Like all things wonderful, the falls are not always there.
Complicit with steady rains, they showed for us, and the 25 minutes quad ride through the uneven sands was paid off with the sight and the sound of magic.
That the magic is deeper when the right people and the right elixir are present is nearly cliché. It doesn’t make it any less true, to be sure.