Sitting here at my swim-up bar with my mascota Oakley smiling as he lays on the marble bar, I was pondering my move to Cabo San Lucas some 15 years ago. We relocated here back in 2004 when this postcard paradise was still on the wish list of most well healed explorers. My these past years have prospered and transformed our little seaside community…………….
Don’t have to tell you about obvious reasons our legendary location has become the ‘It’ girl of tropical destinations for all levels of fun lovers. The less obvious list of reasons comes from years of exploring and loving the Baja. The way the light reflects off a Cardon at sunrise, the steadiness of a well made palapa, the smell of the tamales at market and the glassy sparkle and giggle of Juanita’s smile allows your senses to sharpen.
Maybe it’s just age or the mezcal but I literally feel transformed. I notice the patterns in the waves, hear the slap of the school of rays, feel the tingle when wave explodes over the rocks and never tiring of the spray of breath from the Winter whales. The desert sometimes takes your heart away very quickly other times her seduction is years in the making.
Mine was instant perhaps due to having a penchant for mountains and desert and ocean. The starkness of the sand, water, cacti and sky is tangible. Call me a romantic or maybe it’s the air but this place has what I love, magical natural.
When you spin a globe on its axes you will notice the Baja stands out like a hot knife into the Pacific. The Sea of Cortez is so obvious you can’t help wanting to charter a sailboat and get busy. When you drive down Highway 1 the first time the distance seems so daunting but becomes so surreal the hours melt away into days.
The first glimpse of Bahia Conception should always be early in the dawn and put into slow motion. Burning driftwood on the beach as the Sierra de la Giganta range cries bloody red and the smoke orange moon rises from the Gulf will have a tendency to transform. Just ask any Cheshire smiling local.
You can spend several lifetimes getting personal with the terra firma of our dear state. The very southern tip of this ridiculously long peninsula has an abundance of bajaness that makes the task of knowing her seem less daunting but still alluring. But once you venture below the waterline you realize this project of knowing will take an enormous toll on your free time.
The world’s aquarium is so vast, productive and vividly blue it’s a wonder your corneas survive. The coastline is in a word immense. Cousteau made his start in his documentary about our extraordinary Gulf. Then there is the rugged Pacific with her pounding waves, rocky points and unforgiving openness. If you chose to sail south just be sure to bring all you will need in massive supplies. You may get lucky and land on Isla Secorro otherwise it’ll be a long haul to the Antarctic.
If you find yourself chugging a cold one at Mango Deck after shopping at Costco and eating Japanese and wondering where the ‘good ole’ Cabo of yore went, just rent a jeep and put ‘er in 4 wheel drive because you will want to keep moving up either side because once you get hooked it’s hard to go back. Believe me we’ve tried and came right back. Back to where we belong in Cabo San Lucas.
KT and Sandra Morgan
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