25 March ‘07
Sunday
Coming into Bahia de los Angles yesterday was like coming into any small town in Alaska, except for the surrounding desert and sea. This town is made up of older small buildings that sit on the side of dirt roads (except the main road through the town which is under construction for repaving). One thing that is definitely missing is the raised board sidewalks that are recognizable in a lot of Alaskan paintings. The first thing we did was to drive though the main street looking for a place that we could pull into for the night. Rounding the corner at the end of the town, we came to the end of the road. Now when you are pulling a car (Toad) behind a motor home, you will find it impossible to back up, and like in this situation, the street wasn’t wide enough for us to make a “U” turn either. Boy did we look like amateurs, two motor homes with toads behind and now finding themselves at the end of the road… I think I saw someone from the local newspaper out there taking pictures. Well we got the cars unhooked from the coach and got all of them turned around. Back down the hill we found a place to park both motor homes and Phil’s car. We decided that it was best if we took one of the cars out and did a through search of the area for a campsite. It didn’t take too long before we found the right campground so back to the parked motor homes. 15 minutes later we were both all set-up and enjoying a beautiful view out to the Sea of Cortez. There was anywhere from 8 to a dozen islands out in front of us as well. The water was so flat that it looked like you could just walk across it to the islands, that was until about 5, then the wind started to blow. Like so many of the places that we have been at lately, the late afternoon winds start to come up and then as they increase in strength it drives you inside. We did have a great morning going when we got up. Again the sea was absolutely flat, and because of the distance from the roads and the town, it was supper quiet. As I stood by the motor home I heard this “sweesh” sound. It turned out to be a whale. As I stood there waiting for the next blow I was treated by 3 others in 3 different locations. At one time we had as many as 6 spouting, and then just about as fast as they came, they disappeared.
Sunday
Coming into Bahia de los Angles yesterday was like coming into any small town in Alaska, except for the surrounding desert and sea. This town is made up of older small buildings that sit on the side of dirt roads (except the main road through the town which is under construction for repaving). One thing that is definitely missing is the raised board sidewalks that are recognizable in a lot of Alaskan paintings. The first thing we did was to drive though the main street looking for a place that we could pull into for the night. Rounding the corner at the end of the town, we came to the end of the road. Now when you are pulling a car (Toad) behind a motor home, you will find it impossible to back up, and like in this situation, the street wasn’t wide enough for us to make a “U” turn either. Boy did we look like amateurs, two motor homes with toads behind and now finding themselves at the end of the road… I think I saw someone from the local newspaper out there taking pictures. Well we got the cars unhooked from the coach and got all of them turned around. Back down the hill we found a place to park both motor homes and Phil’s car. We decided that it was best if we took one of the cars out and did a through search of the area for a campsite. It didn’t take too long before we found the right campground so back to the parked motor homes. 15 minutes later we were both all set-up and enjoying a beautiful view out to the Sea of Cortez. There was anywhere from 8 to a dozen islands out in front of us as well. The water was so flat that it looked like you could just walk across it to the islands, that was until about 5, then the wind started to blow. Like so many of the places that we have been at lately, the late afternoon winds start to come up and then as they increase in strength it drives you inside. We did have a great morning going when we got up. Again the sea was absolutely flat, and because of the distance from the roads and the town, it was supper quiet. As I stood by the motor home I heard this “sweesh” sound. It turned out to be a whale. As I stood there waiting for the next blow I was treated by 3 others in 3 different locations. At one time we had as many as 6 spouting, and then just about as fast as they came, they disappeared.