Thursday, January 21, 2010

A Welcome Change of Scenery

Magan and I had the good fortune of trading a week of sub-Arctic winter for a week on the southern tip of the Baja California peninsula. We gave up about 42 degrees of latitude but gained about 110 degrees of ambient temperature. The vacation was great and entailed a week of enjoying the sun, good food, fishing and each other. Some friends gave us a great deal on their time share so we uncharacteristically lived in posh comfort and spent a fair amount of time around the pool and the swim up bar.

Just a few days prior to leaving I was regulating hazardous substance clean-ups on the North Slope oil fields. It was a welcome change of scenery in Cabo.

The second day in town we got out on a charter and had good success catching Dorado...when the day was done we had hooked 8 and put 5 in the boat. We saw whales, porpoises and marlin to go along with our catch.

On the way back into the harbor we threw the rest of the live bait to the well trained local birds.

This friendly pelican thought that he could get one last Mackerel out of such luck.

Once we made it back to the harbor we took most of our fish to get frozen and packaged. We took one nice fillet to a local restaurant where they made us fish tacos and blackened Dorado...mighty tasty!

We enjoyed a few of libations throughout the week.

The local entertainment was fun and made for an even better dining experience.

We had a hot tub on our front porch that got a fair amount of use...all we needed was a sunset or a cocktail or a cup of coffee to make for a nice soak and a great vacation.


Jamie said...

Jackson, you girlfriend doesn't have a shirt on.


Jamie said...

Hope all is well

Robl said...

Brian, I had given you up for lost, dead, or probably both - until CPT Denson emailed me a link to this lovely blog. I'm impressed as hell, and even more jealous, to see the life you've carved out for yourself in the northern wilderness. Most of my fishing time is spent baiting the hooks for my kids; we don't catch much, but I guess that's not what it's really about. I did, however, trap a 67 pound beaver on the Little Grant this winter; bastard was still alive, and the hatchet was about 500 meters away in the truck, so I held him under the water until my hand was numb - it takes a long time to drown a beaver.

- 1SG Lackore, Rob (one each)