Stretches of dry desert, tantalizingly golden yet intimidatingly rugged, carpet the mostly untrammeled land between the Los Cabos International Airport and Los Cabos itself, the two-city destination that has long been considered by the not-so well-traveled lot the height of exoticism.
It's been more than half a century since I was a student at Los Angeles City College and lived in the Echo Park and Silver Lake area. I wouldn't have thought about it further, except for a great universal fart that occurred, tearing me loose from my moorings. Something was missing.
Within Baja California's largest city of Tijuana, which similar to San Diego has a population of over 1.3 million people, exists a dry concrete riverbed that once held the flowing waters of the Tijuana River.
This is the classic story of how not finishing first -- or second, or third -- or not even technically completing a racing event can still represent a triumph and be a touching story of true grit, determination and, above all, of selfless devotion to a cause.
The moment of truth for the HeartGift Baja Racing Team is almost here. The Team is already in Ensenada, Baja California, ready to cross the starting line of the grueling 1,130-mile, 47th Tecate SCORE Baja 1000 race tomorrow, November 13.
"Ferocious with life" is what John Steinbeck said of it; Jacques Cousteau called it the Galapagos of North America. Both were captivated by the Sea of Cotes and on a recent cruise through Baja, California, Mexico so was I.
It was a first for Eri, who had never swum that far offshore, let alone with such an odd-looking creature. He put on a pair of long free-diving fins and got his picture taken, gliding below the gentle giant. Back on shore, Eri wondered what it would be like to do the same with a shark.
Just south of the international border in Mexico, the Sonoran Desert stretches to meet the Sea of Cortez. Remote springs and oases provide relief to an arid landscape of cactus and mountains, bordered by coastal wetlands and an ocean teaming with wildlife.