Today we RIDE...

The desert beckons our intrepid trio for their final day of adventure together. The promise of iron-horsed hi-jinks on the desert sands drives them to brave the oppressive heat of the unrelenting sun. Very little survives on this scorched landscape, but nothing will keep our heroes from their day of revelry. 440 CC's of screaming thunder propels them across this baron wasteland. Sun bleached bones dot the unmarked trail from base camp to the sandy dunes of the Sea of Cortez. Once there, they tear across the dunes leaving plumes of flying sand in their wake. The ocean breeze cools them as they blaze across the lifeless mounds of sandy nirvana. With fierce determination, throttles are pressed to their limits as the four wheeled lightning bolts rocket up the dunes. The precipice is breached and the machines take to the sky. One after the other the dunes are challenged and then conquered. They are little match for our engine-straddling men of adventure. With the crashing surf at their backs our exhausted heroes once again brave the merciless desert to bring their sojourn full circle. It has been an adrenaline filled week of triumph our brave adventurers won't soon forget as their trip to Cabo comes to a bitter sweet end.

Fishing Day 3... NOT

The sun shone brightly when our three heroes ventured outside. Their quest would be to commune with the indigenous peoples of this strange new land. They began their journey by sampling the local cuisine. They consumed strange foods seasoned with exotic spices which tantalized their pallets and renewed their strength. After eating their fill they met with local merchants and craftsman to sample their unique wares. There was turquoise, silver, and gems from far away lands. They traded their shiny coins for trinkets and bobbles, small keepsakes to remember their travels by. Intrigued by the locals our band of adventurers traveled to a nearby village to see how they lived. Their meager hovels saddened our group." How do they live like this?" was sounded by all. Undaunted our heroes sought new adventure. The locals spoke of a legend of great adventure on the nearby dunes. All our group would have to do was endure temptation. A village medicine man would try to sell them a tonic which would cure their ills and bring them great riches. The test would be of will. If you withstand the seduction of the
tonic you would receive a great reward. They stood strong in their resolve and the next days adventure was secured. Renewed in body and spirit our brave heroes look forward to their final day of adventure on their week long odyssey.

Fishing Day 2

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It would be several more hours before the sun announced the East. Late night revellers were staggering in as our brave adventurers were heading out. It was a dark night. The kind of night where the moon doesn't even dare show it's face. Captain Mudo took a dead reckoning on Venus and pushed the throttles forward. The twin diesels roared to life and through the darkness our heroes set out on their latest quest. A treasure the natives simply call Azul. The Blue Marlin. The most elusive and prized game fish in the sea.It took an hour to cross the treacherous ocean to reach Azul's feeding grounds, but the prize would be worth it. In the predawn light the lines were set, the game was on. It was just a matter of time. "Mira! Mira!" (Look! Look!) broke the morning calm. All eyes scanned the horizon, a blue fin sliced through water. Phwack, ZZZZZZZ The marlin had struck. The first mate Carlos tore the rod from it's sheath, and with two strong pulls, the hook was set. Line screamed from the reel as the marlin ran for it's life. The First son (Darrin) took the chair. The battle began. Azul would rather die than be caught. He dove, then ran then leapt into the sky. The savvy fish tried all the weapons in his arsenal, but he was no match for the might of the first son. They battled for over half an hour, but eventually the mammoth fish had spent his last. The exausted foe was pulled along side, the line was cut and the bewildered beast returned back to the sea. The first son saluted his foe and cried out "til we meet again". Exhausted he fell back in his chair as the mighty Azul disappeared from sight.

The lines were reset, and it wouldn't be long until the familiar sound cut through the silence. Phwack ZZZZZZZ, the outrigger was hit. Once again line raced from the reel. Two more strong pulls, and the hook was set. The Second son (Brian) took the chair. Round Two began. This fish was a monster, over seven feet long, and all muscle. He took to the sky immediately, leaping for
all it's worth. Once, twice three times it breached the surface. Then it dove, dove deep. For every two feet of line reeled one was wrenched back out. This giant would not quit. He would not be brought in. He fought until his heart exploded. Sadly he was brought on board. He never knew our intentions and he will never know freedom again. He fought to his last breath, but he met his match this day. His death angered the sea and it turned against them. The swells rose, the ship was rocked. To compare yourself as a flea to the ocean is to exaggerate your relevance by a million fold. The sea does not know you are there, and it certainly doesn't care. Finally, having accomplished their goal, our brave adventurers said "No Mas" and headed back to port. They went in search of the mighty Azul, but it was the great blue that had the last laugh this day.

Fishing Day 1

As the sun slowly climbed from it's watery slumber, we find our three brave adventurers traveling South on the Sea of Cortez. They are on a Quest. A quest for Gold. Ocean Gold, El Dorado. The seas are rough, but our adventurers are rougher. It's nearly an hour before the first strike, but after that they come fast and furious. An epic battle of man versus fish. One on the line then two then three on at once. All three men pulling and reeling and pulling and reeling. The fish fight for their lives pulling, diving and jumping for all their worth. The only way to bring them in is to wear them out. A twelve round prize fight with only one winner, and today it would not be the fish. As soon as a line was cleared it was baited and tossed back in, and another golden beauty was hooked. After hours of battle our heroes bodies glistened with sweat their taught muscles burned from fatigue, but there was no quit in their spirits. There was constant frenetic motion as multiple lines were striking at once. Our faithful guide Jose had his capable hands full baiting new lines, so our adventurers had to man the gaff themselves and hoist the monstrous fish from the shimmering waters. Finally as the boat had reached it's limit the word of our heroes had spread to the locals and ships descended on their location rapidly from all directions. Their holds brimmed with fish and their bait-wells empty the brave adventurers pulled in their gear, headed for port and a well earned cerveza. Later that night our brave adventurers dined on the flesh of their formidable foes. Sleep would come easy for our exhausted heroes as thoughts of tomorrow's adventures fill their dreams.

Flying Out

Well we all made it safely. Brian was the first to arrive. I found him sitting in the middle of the Cabo airport on his cooler with his luggage strewn around him. He looked wiped out. I had been out with Cory and Jess the night before and was up until 1:30am packing and getting my last minute things together. I slept for about an hour and a half. I got up at 3:00am and my taxi arrived at 3:30. I got to the airport and checked in by 4:00am. The flights were uneventful and I caught a little sleep on the way to Phoenix. From Phoenix to Cabo I was too excited to sleep. Once Brian and I hooked up we hit the bar in the airport and had a few shots of Don Julio and a couple of Coronas, just to get into vacation mode. Dad showed up about an hour later and we headed off toward the resort. I say headed off toward because we didn't get all the way there before deciding to stop off and get some food from a great little place we discovered last year, "The Crazy Lobster". We all had fajitas and they were by far the best any of us had ever tasted. You just can't beat real Mexican food. We finally got to the resort and checked out the rooms. We have a gorgeous suite directly overlooking the pool and Marina. The place is huge with 2 bathrooms and a full kitchen, but the best part is the huge wrap around balcony that has 180 degree views of the pool and the Marina. I immediately headed for the pool and managed to wash down a Pancho Villa. Some sort of Mexican Long Island Iced Tea type cocktail.. Little tip... always ask what color the drink will be. This one happened to be a lovely shade of pink and I felt quite emasculated by it. I secretly drank it hoping no one noticed and then went back for a more traditional Rum and Coke. I know it sounds like I had a lot to drink for the first day, but like I said... Vacation Mode. I fell asleep on the lounge chair by the pool until Brian came and got me around 8:oopm. It had been a long day. We all went to the room and collapsed. Which was great because we had to be back up at 4:30am to get ready to go fishing. And boy did we FISH.

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