some clips and pics from my solo yolo day in cabo, when, after mistakenly booking a flight home the day *after* my friends left, and smarting from the disappointment of the harbor being closed due to choppy water, I was relegated to an all-terrain vehicle and may have ended up liking that even more than the originally intended jet skiing.
the resort folks felt bad I couldn’t jet ski, so they comped me a solo tour, and in my silly skepticism I wondered if they just wanted fewer witnesses in case I wiped out and croaked. atv kicked my ass and by tour’s end made my body wonder if I’d actually been run over by one.
my tour guide, javier, though born in mexico city, spent one year in austin, texas, for school and his english rivaled that of some americans with whom I went to college. so, after ten minutes of serpentine turns, nervous thumbs up to let him know I hadn’t died, and the hair-trigger throttling of my crimson 1000 cc buckin beast, javier had me pull over as I trailed him.
dude smoothly took off his helmet, turned to me and said, “great. you passed the practice course. ready to hit the real trail now?” EFF YOU JAVIER.
anyway, the rest you can just check out on your own. the unedited bumbling, fumbling and quaking clips were shot toward the end of the hills overlooking los cabos, spanish for the capes, complete with disorienting dust, bullet-velocity gravel bouncing off my face shield ... and all of it finally leading to nature’s reward, the pristine serenity of the pacific.
but it should be noted I’m ending with a couple of photos that, despite all these adventures and misadventures ... were taken right here, tonight. just two blocks from my house.
sometimes the coolest stuff is right next to you just gotta have a look.