Heading Home

After three late nights and two early mornings, no one was moving very fast on Sunday morning. Most of us did not until stir after 8:00 a.m. Shortly after we got up, Tomasin and I went to the Marina to get some sandwiches made for the flight back. My efforts to find an ATM machine that would take my card continued to be unsuccessful.

Bachman had an 8:00 a.m. commercial flight back and was up and gone before anyone else was stirring. Geselbracht's flight out was not until Monday afternoon. We had a leisurely breakfast at the Hotel and then finished packing up, including stocking the ice chest with drinks and food for the ride home.

We grabbed a cab back to the San Jose de Cabo Airport. Loading up the plane, we took off a little before 11:00 a.m. We buzzed Cabo San Lucas and started up the Pacific Coast of Baja California. It took about 3 1/2 hours to get to Brown Field in San Diego. This is just over the border from Tijuana.

Everyone, including the pilot, spent most of the trip back reading their books. Greg has a very cool GPS system that was linked to the auto-pilot. He would set the destination into the GPS, fix the altitude and lean back and relax. Tomasin and I lamented that we had forgotten to bring a cribbage board.



We cleared customs, fueled up the plane and took off for Sacramento Executive Airport. This leg was about 2 1/2 hours. Losing an hour from Cabo due to the time change, we landed at Sacramento Executive Airport about 7:10 p.m. Sharon and Jack were waiting for me; they were leaning up against the chain link fence as we taxied to the transit parking area.

Although it was a quick trip, it was a great adventure with a tremendous group of guys that I have known for more than 27 years.