Baha reflections (Addendum 18a)

19 March 2007
Acton, CA
Thousand Trails Solodad Canyon Ground

Dear Friends of Barbara and Charlie (B/C) ...


Back again at Charlie’s urging; this thing keeps getting longer and longer! He now wants me to summarize our reflections on the trip which sort of goes deeper than the trip write-ups, wraps everything up, and high-lights the important stuff as a professor likes to do.

I cautioned him that these are only superficial observations and conclusions of a tourist without access to literature beyond tour books, the media past and present, or conversations with knowledgeable professionals or man in the street. And that his comments really only relate to the Baja south of the border cities of Tijuana and Ensenada. I got him to add this caveat.

To Charlie it seems to boils down to four questions:


ARE WE GLAD THAT WE TOOK THE TRIP? >>YES

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Because it gave us:

...A glimpse into a different Mexico from that of the mainland

...A glimpse of what the Baja will likely become

...Confidence to return to the Baja alone, and know where to go

...Memorable experiences, a few stories, and new friends



WOULD WE DO IT AGAIN? >>NO and YES
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... NO: We have now seen that, done that

... NO: If we are in poor health and/or have only limited mobility, have an older motor home with marginal maintenance, limited experience driving the rig, inflexible with the way Mexicans do or not do things, and travel without emergency air evac insurance

... NO: We wouldn’t return to Cabo San Lucas

... YES: We would return Los Barriles, and Loreto for a longer stay

... YES: Other trips offered by our tour company, Adventure Caravans

... YES: Any trips lead by our wagon masters and tail gunners



DID YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WERE GETTING INTO?
>>NOT ENTIRELY
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... YES: We were familiar with and trusted the tour company

... NO: The roads south of Ensenada:

....... Not only narrow 10’ width but no shoulders and frequent dips and turns that limited your view ahead. However the turns and dips were well signed

....... The roads were really designed for 45-50 mph speed at best with breaking for turns, dips and topes bumps

....... Road construction and maintenance was good

....... Semi’s, tourist buses and class A motor homes are too wide for the road; roads were designed for autos.

....... With everything that went go wrong, our wagon masters and tail gunners were getting us out of fixes daily.

....... Fortunately we didn’t experience a major RV accidents

... NO: Vehicle problems: a broken fuel line break, dislocated wheel stabilizers, a broken windshield, several broken/sheared off side mirrors (on class A), a few RV’s went off the road before they became familiar with their driving (fortunately on road stretches where the off-road was fairly level and they didn‘t tip over)

... NO: Though he had our Lazy Daze well checked out and carried all the suggested spare parts, Charlie still had to replace our RV truck battery in La Paz, which was not a problem, and one of our tires had a slow leak that the tail gunner changed and repaired (tightened a loose valve).

... NO: Apart from the unusual heart attack death and boating accident, several fell and experienced sprains and bruises

... NO: The importance of the experience, organization and performance of the wagon masters and tail gunners. You have to rely upon your tour company for staffing and their selection and training of them. Apparently this varies between companies.

... NO: The importance of caravan driving policy: to allow the caravan to break into small groups of our own organization, separate from others (and CB radio chatter) and drive at our own comfortable speed, and not having to keep closed-up in line and travel at the wagon master pace


WHAT SURPRISED YOU ABOUT THE BAHA? >>LOTS AND LOTS
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The Baja should not be viewed for what it lacks but for what it has achieved in a short period of time and for what the future holds. It is an exciting, upbeat place to visit.

The different culture and history between Baha and mainland Mexico due to its remoteness. It has an old American west feeling of opportunity and can-do community building.

The rate of development by both government and the private sector.

The nuclear power reactor on the Pacific coast the electrification in progress.

Plans to construct from scratch a major deep water port south of Ensenada, and they could do it.

The strong small business culture and development of a tourist industry.

The development of tourist attractions, particularly old Catholic churches.

Cell phone are in common use in towns and cities

The food markets with modern packaging and refrigerated displays, and the considerable hygiene fresh food handlers practice.

The abundant goods and services in pretty remote places.

The military presence with many check points; we received only cursory inspections because we were members of an organized American tour; it lent to your sense of security.

How the world class development at San Lucas was unattractive to us; we all preferred the Mexican towns and cities, something they should keep.

The appeal and beauty of the mountain and coastal landscapes.

The extent of the temperature transition from San Diego (60 degrees) to the tropics at Los Cabos (90 degrees). We didn’t want to return north.

The lack of trash litter in towns and countryside, though there was some on vacant properties.

The helpful, industrious, cheerful, service-oriented people who were very welcoming to tourists.

The evident high rate of employment and reported labor shortages in Los Cabos and La Paz.

The absence of a indigenous Baha weaving and pottery crafts; goods are produced on the mainland and shipped in.

The free public education tradition and interest in higher education.

The absence of begging children; the government now discourages it.
Dogs seemed to be fed and well cared for.

An “American Hospital” in Cabo San Lucas where staff speak English.

Every town seems to have an ambulance, but emergency staff appear to need training.

The commonness of flush toilets; still bring your own toilet paper.

The use of thatched roofs on homes and public buildings.

The absence of Montezuma’s Revenge from the water or vegetables.



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This about wraps it up. I can’t say that I’ve fully enjoyed writing all this with Charlie looking over my shoulder, it was a lot of work and it disrupted my sleep time. Sort of in compensation, I would appreciate an email acknowledging that you got the emails, any glowing tribute to my literary efforts (or suggestions for improvement), and if you want to hear about the forthcoming Highway 66 odyssey? Hope to hear from you.


Your ever humble reporter,

“Yeah, right!” Charlie appends





Humphrey for Charlie and Barbara
Chula Vista, CA (18)

1 - 4 March 2007
Chula Vista, CA (again)
KOA RV Park

Dear Friends of Barbara and Charlie (B/C) ...

Humphrey again. This email covers end of the caravan, the drive from Ensenada to the border at Tijuana then to Chula Vista, CA.







NOTE: As reported in my last email, B/C were scheduled to spend the last few days and end their caravan in San Felipe near the top of the Sea of Cortez. However, at the last minute the Wagon Masters learned their year-old reservation had been summarily canceled by the San Felipe RV park. The majority of us elected to return to San Diego and spend our remaining time seeing that city. It was well worth it.


The highlight of a restful few days was a boat tour of San Diego Harbor which fronts the Navy North Island naval base. It was beautiful shirt sleeve weather however chilly out on the water (picture of us courtesy of our new friends Ken and Ethel Cinder).

Charlie was looking for one of the prototype Naval Littoral Combat Ships (LCS) just launched, the square rigger was not it in disguise. We saw quite a few Navy combat ships, many of them to support Marine operations such as this LHA 6 -- name eludes me. It carries about 4000 marines, with their helicopters and assault landing craft that exit out the stern when it is flooded.


One unusual sighting was a Navy Seabee support ship putting out to sea, remarked by the tour guide as not moving from its pier in recent years. It holds all the materials and equipment needed for Seabees to build a temporary air base. Wonder where it was going? The ship was protected by four armed harbor defense craft, one of which came over to check us out. They were all business, didn’t smile or return our waves. It was a little frightening to look down the barrel of an armed 50 caliber machine gun pointed at you.


We sighted nuclear subs in port surrounded by a security net. In fact there were security nets around most everything afloat, including a floating dry dock with a navy ship in for repair, some destroyers in port and the Navy Hospital Ship Mercy just between tours caring for civilians caught in the Indonesian tsunami of last year.


Of course San Diego is a Navy town but what surprised Charlie was that the City was the namesake for a light cruiser in WWII with an amazing war record. Charlie recalls many of the battles listed.


The ships, the security and the history left B/C, as Navy veterans, impressed, proud and sober.

This is a monumental statue on loan to the City of San Diego that is based upon the famous Life Magazine picture taken on VJ Day in Times Square, New York. Here the girl is portrayed as a Navy Nurse. It brings back memories for B/C of their Navy romance 40 some years ago in Seattle, which takes us back to the beginning and ...

THE END

FYI next: In a couple weeks B/C will start an another odyssey following Highway 66 from Los Angeles to Oklahoma City, a the trail the Joads took in the 1930’s in Steinbeck’s “The Grapes of Wrath“, and, the route in 1951 Barbara’s mother drove with Barbara and her brother when they moved from Chicago to the West Coast. She was ten and we’ll see how much she remembers and how things have changed. Maybe more on that later.

In the mean time B/C are vacationing near Acton, CA, in the Thousand Trails Solodad Canyon RV Preserve, through which Manley, in 1849, lead the survivors of Death Valley to safety in the San Fernando Valley.

Humphrey for Charlie and Barbara




Ensenada (17)

26 - 28 February 2007
Ensenada, Baha California, Mexico
... population: 200,000 (?)
Estero Beach Resort & RV Park

Dear Friends of Barbara and Charlie (B/C) ...


Humphrey again. This email covers the drive from Catavina to Ensenada on the Pacific Ocean, a drive of 225 miles -- a long day! We stayed here three nights at a very up-scale resort. Ensenada, just south of Tijuana, is the major port on the Baja Pacific coast. It has an American feel to it.




The drive north to Ensenada was long but through some beautiful countryside, much like the American Southwest. The RV park was located right on the Ensenada bay, a beautiful spot. However we had gotten into the winter American climate and were all bundled up again. Here it is Nancy Goerz, a full-timer with her husband Gary out of the famous RV mecca, Livingston, TX. We were at an afternoon social.

At the social two new problems were reported. First Gaylord and Yvonne DeForest lost a mirror which whipped forward to break their windshield. They lost it to an over-taking (!} class A RV driven by an American who was hogging what road there was.

Second, Jerry and Claudia, our wagon masters, reported a new unforeseen development: we were aced out of our next and last stop on the caravan, San Felipe. A reservation made a year ago by Adventure Caravans at a San Felipe RV park was abruptly cancelled by the park because the town and park was chock full of dune-buggies for a Baja 500 mile race down the peninsula.

This is a good example of “Mexican RV park reservations” that we encountered through out the trip: RV parks over-booking with different tour groups. This also impacts single RVers who wouldn‘t find a spot to stop. It was a headache and taxed our “stay flexible” motto.

Most of us decided to return to San Diego and spend our remaining days relaxing and seeing more of that city. One or two of the group, who couldn’t face driving north into winter back home, elected to extend their stay in Mexico and drive over to Puerto Penasco at the head of the Sea of Cortez on the Mexico mainland side. It is a popular winter vacation destination in Mexico just 100 miles south of the Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument on the Arizona-Mexico border.


Being flexible however we quickly rebounded when we saw the Walmart, Home Depot and a gigantic Mexican retail chain store that makes Walmart look like a corner drugstore. The picture doesn’t really capture the monstrous building and floor space.


The weather moderated a bit and the RV park and resort were really something special. We had a hosted trip-end dinner in the resort restaurant. These were our table partners, Jim and Bettie Harrison from Annapolis, MD, he the retired Marine Corp Colonel; and across the table, Bob and Jan Eldred from Michigan and Egon Roesslein and Joan Trotman from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada.


A highlight of the festivities was a ditty sung by Jerry and Claudia our wagon masters and Bill and Marita Mitchell our tail gunners that included reference to each of us on the trip.


...(Chorus)
...My, my, my, my
...Driving Baja is quite an Adventure
...With semi’s to watch and mirrors to whop
...And keeping yourself out of ditches!

...(Pertinent verse)
...Doc Charlie’s a Barb, he tells us
...and so is his Barbara too
...Barb Barb is a vet, during Nam did she sweat
...And the rest I haven’t a clue.

We were treated after dinner to another marvelous sunset. However, the greatest beauty on the trip that Charlie and Barbara saw was the care and love that Jim Harrison gave to his wife Bettie, suffering from Alzheimer’s. (see above)

Next: San Felipe -- no, changed to Chula Vista, CA

Humphrey for Charlie and Barbara

Guerrero Negro (15 )

23 - 24 February, 2007
Guerrero Negro, Baha California Sur, Mexico
--- population: 6,000?
Mario’s RV Park

Dear Friends of Barbara and Charlie (B/C) ...

Humphrey again. This email covers the drive from Bahia Concepcion on the Sea of Cortez to Guerrero Negro on the Pacific, a drive of 198 mile drive. We stayed here two nights.




The town of Guerrero Negro (Black Warrior) was named after a 19th century square rigger that was the first trader to anchor in the lagoon, called Scammon‘s Bay.


The bay is site of one of the largest salt plants in the world. It produces 5 million tons annually, mostly sold to Japan. Salt water is pumped into pools to evaporate, the salt is scraped off and loaded onto barges for shipment. Some crystals get pretty big.


The bay is famous for being the winter birthing grounds for gray whales that spend their summers in the Bering Sea and migrate 6,000 miles south annually. 90% of the whales go to several Mexican west coast lagoons, 10% to Korea. The whales select the Mexican lagoons for the climate and the waters salinity and shallowness. The females arrive early to birth and tend their babies. The males arrive later to mate with non-mothering females then in March they all head back north 6,000 miles. We were watching at the left near the entrance to the bay on the left.


Upon our arrival at the boat dock for the whale watching boat ride we were met with the news that one of the whale watching boats had had an accident, no details -- an earlier segment of our group had gone out earlier in the morning. Ambulances arrived and the survivors shortly arrived and it was a boatload of our people. No one was dead.


Several were taken to the hospital and released after treatment. Casualties included broken ribs, a head laceration, fractured T-3 vertebra, dislocated finger, broken nose, dislocated internal organs, and a mangled knee that later required hospitalization in San Diego due to infection. Fortunately the boat, with a hole in the bottom, was able to beach before it sank and other boats arrived to transport the people back.

The Mexican driver of the boat had lost his attention and ran into a large mooring buoy. To Charlie, with his sea experience, this was quite understandable; it is amazing how fast things come up on you out on the open water.

Everyone in our later group segment was given the option of “chickening out” or go out as planned. We all elected to go out and it was worth it.


Whale watching requires being at the right place at the right time, close surveillance all around the boat, and a fast camera to get a picture. Charlie had a slow camera. The dialog went something like this between wife and husband:
...“There’s on at one o’clock. Quick get it.”
...“You missed most of it.”

...“There’s another one. Get it.”
...“You missed it again!”
..“I did get a piece of it.”

The baby whales came right up to the boat and could be touched, they felt like soft leather. The mothers, encrusted with barnacles (which gives them a gray appearance) hovered closely by and were not threatening.

Of course when sighting a close-in whale, everyone moved to that side of the boat except Charlie who moved to the other to counter-balance it. It was funny watching people in other boats around us all preoccupied looking in one direction while a whale surfaced unnoticed just behind them. I don’t know how many we missed.


After a lot of whale watching we returned by the infamous mooring buoy to see some seals who bask on top. In the left picture on the front of the buoy you can see some blue paint from the earlier collision.

Charlie titles the right hand picture, “Hey, you guys are tipping the boat!”

Next: Catavina

Humphrey for Charlie and Barbara
Bahia Concepcion (14)

20 - 22 February, 2007
Bahia Concepcion, Baha California Sur, Mexico
--- population: 50 ?
Playa Buenaventura

Dear Friends of Barbara and Charlie (B/C) ...


Humphrey again. This email covers the drive from Puerto Escondido up to Bahia Concepcion along the Sea of Cortez side, a drive of 74 miles. We stayed here three nights. This email was written today at the 1000 Trail’s Solodad Canyon campground -- great site, more later.



A typical view along this beautiful stretch of road along the Sea of Cortez. Bahia Concepcion is just south of Playa Santispac at which we stayed on the way south. It was the same kind of beach front RV park and offered a similar sunrise over the Sea of Cortez.


The highlight of this stop was a side trip to prehistoric cave paintings up in the mountains. Note the artistic view of cactus: Barbara took these pictures. The cave, a rock climb, is a national historic preservation site accessible only by foot and guide. The paintings are on the high roof of the cave and date back about 9,000 years. The upside down deer (?) means that the animal was dead.


More than half the fun was hiking there and back including fording or ferrying across a creek. The guide paddling the boat firmly announced to passengers, “Don’t move!”


It was here that Scout was introduced to flying kits. She was ultimately successful barking it down.



Our last evening we had our regular travel briefing for the next day’s drive. The meeting was sweetened by margaritas, a good buffet dinner and then for desert, roasting slugs on the beach with guitar music.

Next: the infamous Guerrero Negro

Humphrey for Charlie and Barbara