We planned a couple of special activities while we were in Cabo San Lucas. The first was a glass-bottomed kayak and snorkeling trip to Land’s End and Cabo’s “famous” arch. Our guides arrived a tad earlier than we expected them, and Steve and I had a moment of panic when we could not locate Caleb. After waking his neighbors pounding on his hotel room door, Steve found him in the restaurant (wondering what all the fuss was about, no doubt). We all loaded ourselves into the van, picked up the remaining members of our group, and headed to the beach.
Steve and Caleb must have discussed logistics and kayak assignment beforehand because the next thing I knew I was being pawned off on the guide. The joke was on them. Here was my chance to receive expert one on one training! As it turned out, in addition to paddling tips, I also received a history and geography lesson of the area from our guide. And there no fear of falling out of the kayak this time. This trip was definitely a win-win for me!
The bay was full of boats: pirate ships, pangas, sailboats, and other kayaks. Due to the number of boats, the water was a bit choppy near the Arch, so we waited for some of the traffic to clear out before entering the somewhat enclosed area where it is located. I was hoping for an excited reception from the sea lions who lounge in the area. Unfortunately, we were not the first visitors of the day, and they were no longer interested. I guess if you have seen one tourist you have seen them all! It was at this point, Steve most likely questioned his judgment in choosing Caleb over me for the first time. A lone male sea lion dove into the water. Like a flash, Caleb maneuvered their kayak closer.
Meanwhile, I was benefitting once again from being with the guide. He held us steady so I could focus on taking photos. It was a bit intimidating to think there was nothing but water, a lot of water, beyond the last rock outcropping. Instead, I focused on how small the Arch looked. (Of course, anything in the Pacific would look small.) I felt immediately guilty for expecting something bigger because it truly was amazing and beautiful. Then I wondered if I was the sort of person who would see Mt. Everest and comment on how I thought it would be taller. This led to an internal lecture on being grateful and appreciating the miracle of nature, blah, blah, blah.
We did not have far to paddle before stopping again to snorkel. Given that we did not pull our kayaks out of the water, I opted to stay aboard and continue to serve as trip photographer. Honestly, I could just not get past the vision of myself splayed across the kayak trying to get back in. Yes, I have been doing some arm work. No, I was not quite ready to power myself out of the sea onto a boat. Sea lions look cool sprawled out on the rocks. Me, on the back of a kayak, not so much. Steve had never snorkeled before, so I documented this “first”. Caleb had snorkeled plenty, but it was a terrific opportunity for a new “Insta” photo!
Everyone made it safely back on and in their kayaks, and we headed to shore. I was preening, listening to the guide tell me what a strong, consistent paddling form I had, when we were surprised by a sudden splash. Apparently, while I was contemplating asking the guide if he could repeat this in front of my family, one of Caleb’s flippers slipped off the back of his kayak. In an effort to save his parents the cost of replacing it, he reacted quickly to get it back, losing his hat and sunglasses in the process. Caleb jumped off of the kayak and into the water, without giving Steve a head’s up. The kayak was thrown off balance, and Steve was thrown into the water. The flipper and hat were saved. The sunglasses and Steve’s dignity were not.
I tried really hard not to gloat on the van ride back to the hotel. The guide did indeed inform my family of my mad kayak skills. And I was completely dry.