According to Luis, the boatman on my little navigation of Cabo San Lucas’s harbor, that rock on which the seal is stretching is the official border between the Pacific Ocean and the Sea of Cortez (a.k.a. the Gulf of California). What I find interesting is that where the seal is pointing, toward the Pacific, is mostly too rough for swimming because of riptides and undertows. To the right, the Sea of Cortez, is much friendlier to human swimmers. As for the seal, either body of water is just fine.
To the right of the rock, in the background, is Playa Médano, the primo swimming beach in the area. Martine and I were on the Pacific side, at Playa Solmar.
While I am on the subject, I would like to recommend one of John Steinbeck’s greatest and least read works, The Log from the Sea of Cortez (1951), about his journey from La Paz with his oceanographic expert friend, Ed Ricketts. The current printed edition contains a eulogy to Ricketts which is worth reading. Another book about Baja, which I have not yet located, is by Max Miller (not to be confused with the British comedian), who served as the waterfront reporter for the old San Diego Union back during 1920s and 1930s and came out with a minor classic called I Cover the Waterfront (1932), which was made into a movie. In 1943, he wrote a book about Baja California enitled The Land Where Time Stands Still.
Of course, Baja is no longer the land where time stands still. That is because, as Porfirio Diaz said about a century ago, “Poor Mexico, so far from God and so close to the United States!”