Our Baja traveling companions drove off to Cabo San Lucas for the weekend, to visit family and check out some of the tourist sites. This is the first time that we have been separated in nine days, though with how slowly time seems to go by here, it feels like it has already been a month.
This is just as well, as we had a ton of work on the business, with several large stressful product launches that we were trying to get to our customers.
Outside, our small 8 spot RV park was turning over.
The spot outside our door is usually rented to Peace Vans, who have created one week Westfalia van vacations that span a circle around the southern end of the Baja peninsula, stopping for a couple days in each spot.
The previous occupants were a Minnesota couple trying out van life for a week, this being the first time that they have been by themselves since they had kids, now able to leave their kids with their parents.
On this day, there was some competition for the spot that they vacated.
In the morning, a stereotypically brash American couple showed up with two out of control Australian shepherd dogs, and a giant camper on a giant diesel truck. The guy had that face. A face which you automatically judge as unlikeable. The spot next door being sized only for a small van didn’t stop them from trying to occupy it, diesel fumes getting pumped into our trailer as I watch through the screen door, my hands on my hips, in a formation recognized at anchorages as bitch wings, indicating a hope that they give up and go away.
I’m sure I said something unhelpful to them, definitely sarcastic, daggers in their eyes drawn in return, as they kept trying to make it work. Eventually after several attempts, having sufficiently polluted us, they stopped, and left the park spot-less.
I felt dirty after that episode, not because of the diesel bath that we were gifted, but because I was not particularly proud of my ungenerous, unneighborly behavior, my juju out of sorts.
Later in the afternoon, a reasonably sized Winnebago camper van showed up in that spot, with an older couple, sailors who had done extensive cruising in Central America, who were now doing it by land yacht, on their way back North from their 40,000 mile tour that took them as far South as El Salvador.
Opposite to us, yet another Canadian couple from Vancouver island showed up in their VW conversion van, they on their maiden retirement voyage. It would appear that the entirety of Vancouver island migrates to Baja each year.
To Casper’s delight, they came with their blind cat that they walked on the leash. Every time that Casper saw this cat, he would vibrate uncontrollably, trying his hardest to be a good boy, not being able to overcome the excitement of potentially chasing the poor animal.
Having spent the whole day in the trailer working, we decided to end our day at a beach bar, and drink away the bad juju from the morning, and to salve the stress of the day’s work.
It took a lot longer than expected to wash away the effect of the day’s events. I was in a mood so sour, that I wasn’t sure it would be possible to snap me out of it, but somehow we ended up in the exact place that we needed to be to do just that. The lights at the entrance insisted, that we will have “Good Vibes Only”, and in the end they were right.
Love the blog. Keep on trucking.