I left the East coast for the first time almost exactly a year ago when I traveled to Skagway, Alaska for the summer.
Now for the second time I find myself on the West coast of North America, dipping underneath the clouds above the Baja Peninsula.
The sight as we fly towards Cabo is so similar to the approach into Juneau but at the same time, so different.
The mountains are covered in sand rather than evergreens and ice. I am surrounded by the turquoise waters of the Gulf of California rather than the deep blue of the fjords. The mountains aren’t as high here and the valleys aren’t as deep.
All of these contrast but you get the same feeling that the topography wasn’t always like this. And the scarcity of civilization besides the small oceanfront towns is the same. The rivers carved into the sides of the mountain are the same, but in Alaska they are constantly powered by the melting glaciers while here in Mexico they run dry.
The feeling of adventure as you approach a place you’ve never been before is the same. Although the four days I’ll be spending here won’t compare to the four months I spent in Alaska.
It’s such a beautiful thing to be able to enjoy the many different horizons of the world.