14/18. From the edge of the cliff, the only place to go is down. Or out. There are a few islands west, southwest, or northwest of here. Otherwise, it’s straight out to the horizon line. When that spot is met, there is still, another horizon to chase. It would seem endless if it weren’t for maps, satellites, and televisions. To some people along the more remote stretches of Baja, and the fishermen who captain the pangas, it is possible that the world stops at that line, where the Earth has a slight bend to it. Only Jacques Beriau knows for certain what he is thinking about the lines that are reeling in from the west. Here, in Baja, there is time to wonder about all these simplicities.