Report from Cabo San Lucas

Portrait of Cabo San Lucas from out in the bay.

Carnival Cruise Lines pays only 1.1% in corporate taxes.

With my white kayak paddling out near the arch, seen by thousands of tourists out in the cruise ships with cameras, I have probably been put into ten thousand photos in the last two days.

Insurgentes to Cabo San Lucas

Sunday, 3/22 continued

After the internet café, I continued south in the deepening dusk. I decided to make an exception about driving at night, because I had a four lane highway with reflectors at the sides of the lanes. On top of that, it was completely straight and flat.

Guerrero Negro to Insurgentes

Friday 3/19

I left Guerrero Negro mid-afternoon and headed south. I was crossing the Vizcaino Desert, which gets an inch or less of rain a year. There were no cactus most of the way, and in most places not even the small yucca trees. Just a ground cover of sparse bushes. The peninsula is pretty flat here, and also most of the way to the eastern coast. It wasn’t especially windy, but with the sparse ground cover allowing dust in the air, and the surf on the coast putting salt in the air, the air was pretty hazy. I couldn’t even see mountains in the distance. It was flat, flat, flat, and boring. I went through one moderate-sized town, El Vizcaino.

South of Catavina through kayaking in Guerrero Negro

Tuesday 3/16

The wind rocked the trailer all night, and was still strong in the morning. Two ravens were checking out the trailer in the morning, then foraging nearby. They were finding lots of small things to eat, perhaps grubs. After breakfast, I went of a walk near where I camped. I walked up a small arroyo with a sandy bottom. I am noticing some new flowers blooming here. In fact, nearly every time I stop along the highway, there’s a new plant or a new flower.

From the border to Guerro Negro

Thursday 3/11

By the end of Wednesday, as the sun set, I made it to the American side of of the border at Tecate. I asked about auto insurance, but decided to wait till I crossed the next day, to save a day’s fee. Then I drove 6 miles to Potrero, a small ranching community in a valley among the boulder-strewn mountains.

From Wisconsin to the border

Saturday 3/6/2010

I finally began the trip after many delays, including problems getting my Rosetta Stone Spanish program running, a dead battery in the trailer, and discovering at the last minute that my kayak rudder was stuck.

I stopped at 3:00 pm in Indianola, IA, to get my rudder fixed at a kayak dealer that carries my brand. While the man and his wife worked on the kayak, I played with their 1 year old daughter, to keep her from bothering them. Boy, was she cute! I haven’t had this much contact with a baby for years and years.