I was a fortunate kid having grown up in a family of Airplane Pilots. In fact my father and my Godfather built an airplane in our garage, but that is another story by itself. Anyway my first Baja Adventure occurred in 1965. I had a very good friend who’s father had a beautiful Cessna 310 and the family vacationed in the Los Barriles area. I was very familiar with airplanes by the time I was 12, (or at lest I thought I was) and so I was often invited to fly with my friends father to Baja for long weekends. We would leave Friday morning, clear airspace and then I would fly down the coast while Mr Kelley enjoyed the view. We would sometimes buzz friends in Mulege at speeds and altitudes which I am sure reminded Mr Kelley of WWII flying and certainly entertained me! In those days Los Barriles had a nice dirt strip where we would land and then be transported to the Casa on the beach.
In the 1960’s I had many Mexican Compadres and learned the value of a gift to a friend. I can remember seeing sailfish caught off the beach. Bait balls as big as a city and hot sand. We fished from shore with light rigs and being spooled was common. I was young and didn’t realize how much effect these days would have on my choices in later life, but here I am, figuring out how to once again to return to Baja of past, or maybe it’s just the La Paz aire.
Now as my life begins to settle into new adventures I see airplanes and Baja returning onto my horizon. Soon I will return to flying into Mexico as I too love Cessnas and the ultimate freedom of flying especially in Mexico where airspace is somewhat less controlled.
In Mexico we a a saying for such thoughts
“El tiempo cura y nos mata”
Tight lines and happy dreams