Strong winds buffeted the Los Cabos area for the second straight day, putting the kibosh to our Wednesday morning bike tour. With unexpected free time, we decided to walk the beach along the hotel zone. The tide was high and the surf was explosive.
It’s hard to capture in a photo, but the beach is actually tiered. The bottom level, which is quite wide at low tide, is impossible to walk safely at high tide. There’s a fairly steep, but easy to negotiate, twelve-fifteen foot rise to the next level, which is maybe twenty feet wide. Then there’s another small rise of about four feet that leads to the main, very expansive beach. These shots sort of show the larger, bottom rise.
The particularly large waves not only submerged the entire second level, they’d sweep up over the top tier to where we were walking, as well.
We followed the beach as far as we could go, to where it ends at the rocks. Round-trip, it took three hours, and as the wind died down, we found ourselves over-dressed and over-heated.
The surf was calmer here and the beach was flatter.
A snowy egret
Hubby’s favourite – pelicans flying in formation.
The beach horses were out for a ride.
We took more surf pics that afternoon, and it was a little easier for me this time to turn my back on all that power. I had to plant my feet into the sand to keep the waves from sweeping me away.
Natural sand art.
The clouds were brilliantly coloured that evening.
Wednesday night’s Mexican Fiesta featured traditional costume dances.
On Thursday, we did a photo safari of the resort and its surroundings. It was comical how like small children the restaurant sparrows were, taking the toast and pancakes, but leaving the eggs and fruit alone.
Gorgeous surf colours
Watchtower & estuary
The estuary’s brackish water must be fresh enough for the horses to drink.
The fellow in the canoe almost took a spill into the water, much to the immense amusement of his coworkers.
This flooded section of the estuary was hauntingly beautiful.
Hubby’s favourite stop, the adult pool bar.
The resort’s open-air corridors were planted with cacti, as were much of the grounds.
We used this fountain as a landmark to get our bearings.
We never tried the main pool, on the other side of the resort.
The activity pool, situated near both restaurants.
Restaurante Frutas y Flores, the buffet, had seating outside and indoors. We enjoyed eating breakfast and lunch outside.
Restaurante Azul Estero, on the beach, served snack food (ice cream cones!) and A la carte dinners.
La Terraza, where the bi-weekly Mexican Fiestas are held.
The beach horses’ meagre shelter.
That’s one heck of a load of chairs.
Thursday evening, we strolled San Jose’s art walk, where the local artisans display their wares for sale.
Cabo San Lucas sparkled in the sunshine, Friday morning, and we were pleased to have such perfect weather for our excursion.
Colourful little fish
A cruise ship was in, making the busy marina even busier.
We rode in a Unimog 4X4 to Rancho San Cristobal for our Outback Camel Safari.
All the camels are rescue animals, although rescued from what, I don’t know. They had plenty of room to roam and appeared well cared for.
These camels don’t spit, but apparently they, uh, foam…
After donning helmets camouflaged as flowing turbans, we boarded our camel, Keeko, and were led in a caravan to the beach. I loved riding Keeko, even though we were quite high up and swayed ominously with each step.
We stopped on the shoreline to take pictures.
Keeko, on the right, has been with the company longer than any other camel.
The waves were picturesque, although not as rugged and awesome as where we were staying.
After the photo-op, our caravan continued down the length of the beach, before turning back to the ranch.
A platform is used for getting on and off the camels, rather than have them kneel, because it’s better for the camels’ knees. I was told to put my foot on the platform and step off the camel. Not so easy. Even after stretching my leg, I came nowhere near touching the platform. Seeing my dilemma, a brawny young employee plucked me off the camel and set me on my feet as though I weighed nothing.
We did a meet and greet with Powder. He’s just a young camel and is as affectionate as he is adorable.
The next part of the excursion was disappointing. Rather than hiking through the outback, learning about the local flora and fauna, we walked for maybe ten minutes, stopping twice. Once at this huge cara cara cactus.
And again at this tiny cactus. I don’t remember its name, but this is as big as it gets, and it’s an endangered species.
The view was interesting, at least.
Back at the ranch, we had a simple, yet incredibly delicious lunch. The Chicken Mole, my favourite Mexican dish, was the best I’ve ever had.
Afterward, Hubby partook of the tequila tastings.
I spotted the cruise ship leaving Cabo.
I’m a huge fan of aerial photos and have occasionally taken some spectacular ones. My seat on the plane home didn’t afford me a great view, but I managed to capture some of the Sea of Cortez’s extraordinary colour.
Isla La Partida, Sea of Cortez
Humphries Peak, Arizona
I had the misfortune of being on the wrong side of the plane as we flew over the Grand Canyon. This was all I saw.
Another enjoyable vacation behind us. Where should we go next?
Read my first San Jose post here.