We have just returned from a leisurely week in Mexico and have re-established a temporary residence in our home RV park, Thousand Trails Pio Pico, east of San Diego. Our lodgings during our week in Mexico were generously provided by my sister, Julie, who attended a boring but ultimately terrific owners meeting for our timeshare in Cabo where she won a free week at the resort. We happily took her up on her offer to share the unit at Club Cascadas de Baja.
We scheduled on Alaska Airlines and the flight down was nice but I noted that either I have grown substantially more voluminous or the airline has figured out how to put in virtual seating since they now seem to have installed more passenger seats than can actually fit in the flying tube. My feet were not visible when seated and my abdomen was not the thing blocking the view. It was the back of the seat in front of me. The were mysterious devices bolted in the nether space under the seat ahead that precluded any extending of lower extremities. The seat itself was padded sufficiently to make your important regions go to sleep only minutes after takeoff. It looked like they removed one row of first class and replaced it with 10 rows of steerage seating. However, each seat back had a TV-like doodad on which miserably uncomfortable scum class passengers can watch a variety of movies, TV shows or play games to take their minds off their discomfort. The goodies were inconsequential; I got a two-pack of wafers about half the size of an ordinary saltine. Back in Row 30, the flight attendants indicated there were no good food selections available since there are so many passengers on the plane who have ravaged the prime stuff, leaving the unwanted and neglected. The water served was warm.
Luckily, we were in Cabo San Lucas when not riding on the torture craft and the weather, food and lodgings were spiffy except the first night where we stayed at a downtown hotel called the Estancia Real or “King’s Estate.” The hotel had a passable pool and concrete box springs for the mattresses but a good free breakfast and even better pay breakfasts at a fixed 60 pesos or 3 bucks. The downtown location was great for dining and shopping but a bit noisy at night. However, it is a minimum frills kind of place and the King must be a cheapskate to stay here.
Club Cascadas was great. Great architecture, good food, a good library and puzzle closet, superb staff and poolside bars make for good fun. The view of the azure bay and gigantic cliffs and rock formations at end of the Baja peninsula make for stunning viewing from the resort’s private beach and mostly outdoor restaurant. Shady palapas shield lily-white gringos from fierce sunlight.
Now we have returned to San Diego and set up in our home park in order to make preparations to leave the San Diego area and head north. We have been here for a much longer duration that we envisioned and it is time to head north before summer comes and we shrivel up in the ferocious sun like spiders on a skillet. The truck needs to be serviced, considerable shopping needs to be done, some minor trailer chores and maybe a new set of truck tires are on the agenda. We need to get back on the road.