As I sit here on my father’s roof deck in the East Cape of Baja, Mexico, the rhythmic crash of waves and the vast canvas of stars above me with the southern cross cresting the horizon, I’m reminded of the raw, untamed beauty of the world. It’s in these moments, away from the cacophony of daily life’s grind, that I find clarity and peace unparalleled by any other experience.

I’m reminded that immersing ourselves in nature is not just a luxury; it’s a necessity for our sanity.

I’ve been coming down to Baja since my father first built a home here over twenty years ago. He was off the grid with solar power and sustainable living before it was cool.

(Author’s photo: In Dad’s driveway and ready to hit the surf)

My recent trip brings a flood of memories washing over me and I’m reminded of the first time bringing my SEAL buddy Glen Doherty down with our surf crew. Great waves, jellyfish stings from the agua male, fresh Mahi Mahi, and free diving for lobster.

Yesterday, I slipped on my mask and flippers on the shore and looked out onto the Sea of Cortez, and it appeared to stretch out to infinity. Each wave tells a story older than time. Surfing and free-diving these waters, I’m nothing but a speck against the colossal power of the mother ocean. It’s humbling, exhilarating, and needed. The solitude of being in the sea isn’t lonely as I’m joined by migrating whales blowing water spouts just outside the lineup, and as I dive below the thermocline I can hear them singing. My time down here is a communion with something larger than oneself.