Cabo or Bust!

Early Thursday morning, Sharon took me to Sacramento Executive Airport where I met up with Hunter and Connor. The game plan was for four of us to fly to San Jose del Cabo with Chabrier. Greg keeps his plane in Hayward; he flew from there to Santa Rosa to pick up Tomasin and then to Sacramento to pick us up. Chabrier has been flying since 1977, but this is the first time I have had the chance to fly with him. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw his plane. I was expecting a much smaller plane!



We left Sacramento a little after 9:00 a.m. and flew three and a half hours to San Felipe, Mexico. We spent about an hour on the ground going through customs and filling the plane with fuel. From San Felipe, we flew to San Jose del Cabo. I sat in the front with Greg on this leg of the trip. For three hours, we flew over Baja California at 9,500 feet. We might as well been over the dark side of the moon. Flying along the coast of the Sea of Cortez, there was mile after mile of nothing as we looked inland into Baja California. We landed in San Jose del Cabo about 5:00 p.m. mountain time.

Catching a cab from the private air terminal, we got to the hotel before 6 p.m. Geselbracht had reserved three rooms at Mar de Cortez. The Hotel Mar de Cortez was among the first three hotels in Cabo San Lucas when it was a quaint fishing village. It is located about three blocks from the Marina. Geselbracht and Bachman were waiting for us at the hotel when we got there.

We spent a couple of hours hanging out in and around the pool before starting to explore the town. Somehow in the course of the wandering around, I never really got any dinner. It ended up being a late night with a number of us staggering back to the room a little before 1:00 a.m.