Hey, Spike! can tell you there’s nothing like a two-hour flight delay at DIA for de-icing to affirm a decision to head south of the border for a ski season-ending vacation.
Spike! and Mary had one-way tickets, an unusual concept to be discussed further down.
There we were, likely to get off the ground early as everyone was on board, according to our Frontier captain, who came back on the address system a few minutes later to say there might be some delay as planes were starting to stack up in the queue for ice removal. It was still snowing and the little departure stall turned into about two hours.
Other than the delay to hose off the plane, our flight to Cabo San Lucas, on the tip of Baja California Sur, went just as planned.
Good Frisco friends Rob Philippe and Val Weber, who have a house in the gated Pedregal community above the popular resort seaport city, met us at the San Jose del Cabo International Aeropuerto.
We spent a couple of relaxing days at their Casita Pedregal before taking them to the airport for their flight home.
We returned to the house for a couple more days of relaxation before driving their four-door Jeep Wrangler northward, covering the entire length of the Baja — Cabo to Mexicali and then to Frisco.
We’d spent quite a bit of vacation time in Cabo in years past, but had not been there since 2001.
Los Cabos — from San Jose del Cabo down the corridor to Cabo San Lucas — has grown considerably in the meantime. The modernization of the airport was a clear indication of the changes we’d see. There have been great improvements to the highway system.
Driving out of Cabo early Monday morning, chaperones “Kilometers” and “Maria” (aka Miles and Mary) were accompanied by the pinata nino, whom we affectionately named “Paperboy.” Like Travelocity’s ad gnome, we enjoyed putting the little guy in a travelogue of photos we posted on Miles’ Facebook page.
We drove through Todo Santos (second home to quite a few Summiteers), then La Paz, and onward for our first of four nights on the road, nearly 2,000 miles’ worth, with a stay at the Hotel La Mision Loreto in the coastal city of Loreto on the Sea of Cortez. It’s a wonderful town and hotel.
“...just north of Puerto Escondido Marina. Loreto is home to Mision de Nuestra Senora de Loreto Concho, founded in 1697,” we posted. “Then we hit the road, continuing up the Baja’s Sea of Cortez coastline, passing several little beachfront villages, home to mostly Americans and Canadians. These included Buenaventura, el Coyote, and the palapa-dotted beach of Santispac, where we’d stayed for three nights back in October 2010 aboard Peer and Nancy Bjornstads’ 34-foot CHB trawler ‘Guppy,’ on which we had crossed 75 miles over from San Carlos/Guyamas to the famous whale-mating Bahia Concepcion. Like last time, Lupe’s bar and restaurant owners Russ and Lupe were there. Paperboy was a hit. We had lunch and then returned to the skinny blacktopped road, heading to Mulege, a few miles up the road. The lush verdant river valley continues to struggle after bouts with hurricanes.”
Next up for your intrepid trio “...was the heavy copper mining, industrial and shallow port town of Santa Rosalia. With a Canadian mining firm re-opening the operation and building a new smelting plant, the town is again bustling. It is home to a Gustave Eiffel-designed pre-fab metal church, which had been on display at the Paris World’s Fair in 1889 and purchased by the French mining company and shipped over on the ‘San Juan.’ The French influence also can be found up the street at the Panaderia el Boleo Bakery — ‘World famous bread since 1901.’ Paperboy made his way to the church confessional and then ate a tasty lemon pastry.”
The Baja tale of Paperboy’s coming to Frisco continues next week.
Miles F. Porter IV, nicknamed “Spike,” a Coloradan since 1949, is an Army veteran, former Climax miner, graduate of Adams State College and a local since 1982. An award-winning investigative reporter, he and wife Mary E. Staby owned newspapers here for 20 years.