Mexico, but not as we know it[/caption]SAN EVARISTA, Mexico — Rising at dawn to catch the sunrise, cruise passengers nursing coffee cups watched as the Safari Endeavour glided past the Baja Peninsula’s ragged coast.
As the rays played over the cliffs, each thumb-shaped cove and crescent beach came into view for a minute or two, then slid out of sight, disappearing astern.
Fifty metres off the starboard bow, a whale surfaced, blowing an airy spray and leaving a widening circle of ripples. On the port side, a squawking band of seagulls hovered over a rocky islet shared by a colony of croaking sea lions.
They – and the Endeavour – were the only signs of life, or so it seemed to this first-time visitor to the Sea of Cortes, a 1,000-kilometre long finger of ocean separating the Baja California Peninsula from the Mexican mainland. (It’s also known as the Sea of Cortez, Gulf of California and the Vermilion Sea, plus various Spanish-language names.)
In nearly a week touring at sea and on land, we had spotted three of the seven whale species that frequent the region, part of the abundant stew of marine residents, including dolphins, turtles, mobula rays and birds.
We’d also walked through a tiny fishing village. Hiked the narrow trails to dusty clifftop ridges. Snorkelled in glass-clear coves. But except for a brief glimpse of two small sailboats, we’d had the lonely Sea of Cortes all to ourselves.
Behind us on the bridge, Capt. Jill Russell, the Endeavour’s forty-something skipper, was in her element, peering through binoculars and reading weather signs in the clouds. A chunky dynamo with a hands-on approach to management, she checked the wind, wondering if the day’s planned expedition should be cancelled.
Buttonholed by a photographer who asked where the ship was heading, she was ready with a snappy comeback.
“I don’t know,” she answered, pausing for comic effect. Then she grinned. “But I’ll know when we get there.”
A few of the passengers, mostly cruise veterans expecting an orderly progression of ports and tours, suddenly felt unmoored.
“Now what?” asked a retired lawyer from Maryland. “Can they change the route just like that?”
But the officers on the bridge, watching the whitecaps smacking against the bow, knew what to expect. Captain Jill, as they called her, would wait and watch, then decide.
One thing was certain. The 86-passenger Endeavour, an Un-Cruise Adventures ship, was a solo act. At the present, only Holland America and Carnival sail anywhere close by, and that with one ship each, calling only at larger towns with port facilities: La Paz, Loreto and San Jose del Cabo on the Peninsula, and Topolobampo and Guaymas on mainland Mexico’s Pacific coast.
A third cruise vessel, Lindblad Expedition’s 62-passenger Sea Bird, also sails here in January and February, exploring Baja’s virgin beaches.
But only Un-Cruise Adventures goes off the grid, leading shore expeditions to deserted bays and coves “in country,” places like Ensenada Grande, Bahia Aqua Verde, Espiritu Santo and El Cardonal.
We’d expected to spend that day on shore, wandering along the beach, looking for shells and driftwood, snorkelling among the rocks, looking for angelfish, emerald wrasse, sea horses and even sea turtles.
Some passengers planned to kayak across the bay; the Endeavour’s techno-savvy, storage-and-launch rack (nicknamed the “pickle fork”) lowers the 20 two-man kayaks to the water level for easy loading. Other passengers had signed up for the guided hike through the brush-and cactus forest that looks like a desert but isn’t.
“We’ll be exploring what scientists call a “low elevation deciduously-treed jungle,” promised naturalist and hike leader Paulino Perez during the previous evening’s slide show. But with choppy seas and heavy surf, beach landings were put on hold.
So I stood by the rail instead, searching for leviathans. Sperm whales and grey whales, humpbacks and blues, even fin whales and giant whale sharks frolic in these protected blue waters, “the world’s aquarium,” according to marine biologist and diver Jacques Cousteau, who labelled the region the “Galapagos of North America.”
Idling near the rocky pinnacles called Los Islotes we spotted pods of dolphins, sea lion colonies sunning, and brown pelicans and blue-footed boobies jockeying for sunny perches.
But the week’s highlight was the shore tour to Magdalena Bay, on Baja’s Pacific Coast, to see the migrating grey whales.
“Tomorrow we’re heading for the historic village of Loreto, where you’ll have two options,” said expedition leader Mark Hopkins.
“You can spend the day there, touring the old Mission church, or shopping. Or you can join the bus tour to Magdalena Bay on the Peninsula’s Pacific Coast, to see where the migrating grey whales spend the winter months. They come in February and March to breed and give birth,” he said. An obvious choice, I thought, signing up for Magdalena Bay.
The drive was long, two hours on a continuously winding road. But by mid-morning we and 40-odd other travellers were there, seated in four pangas and motoring slowly across the lagoon. At first, the lagoon seemed empty, the whales gone. But just as we’d decided the trip was a bust, a mottled hump silently broke the surface nearby. Then a second shiny wet back emerged with a calf by her side.
As the day warmed, so did the whales, rolling sideways to inspect us with one eye and “spy hopping” straight up between the pangas for a 360-degree look-around. A few whales slid next to the panga, as if courting the touch of a human hand. Whales were everywhere, gently cruising, rising, breathing and diving.
Whaled out, we were ready for lunch by one o’clock, served at a local café that offered plates heaped with chicken enchiladas, tacos, rice, beans, chili verde, sliced mangoes and a fresh green salad, served with a soda or beer.
How much leeway does a ship captain have in a place like the Gulf, where the itinerary can be flexible, I wondered. Was the Magdalena Bay tour available on a day’s notice?
“It’s rarely a problem,” said Russell. “That’s what I like about out-of-the-way places like the Sea of Cortes. The big cruise ships depend on stopping at ports with facilities, the docks, tour buses, guide services and shops.
“They have to go where they’re expected. But here in Baja we get to decide when and where to anchor and what to do that day.”
It’s the kind of flexibility that Un-Cruise cultivates.
Three years ago, Un-Cruise Adventures was a minor player. A small Alaska-oriented outfit, its four ships sailed under two names: Inner Sea Discoveries (active expedition trips) and American Safari Cruises (luxury yachts). Growing was a someday topic that was never seriously pursued.
Then Cruise West, which was Alaska’s oldest and best-loved cruise line announced it was going out of business and selling its fleet.
“The vessels were already right there, in Alaska, and they came on the market at the right price,” said Un-Cruise spokesperson Sarah Scoltock.
“It was a matter of being in the right place at the right time.”
When the purchase was complete, the company’s fleet of ships, now sailing under the Un-Cruise Adventures logo, had doubled.
So, too, had the number of itineraries, each designed with the idea that many travellers want to be active participants.
“Comment cards and feedback say that our passengers want good food, a choice of wines and the little luxuries that matter,” Scoltock said. “But they don’t want to sit in the lounge and look out the window. They want to make their own adventure.”
The routes: Starting in December 2013, the 64-passenger Safari Voyager takes over the Safari Endeavour’s Sea of Cortes routes, cruising year around.
Seven-night round trip itineraries from San Jose del Cabo include Baja’s Whale Bounty and Cousteau’s Aquarium of the World. The seven-night round trip cruise out of Guaymas, mainland Mexico, focuses on the Marine Miracles of Baja California. The 14-night one-way cruise between Guaymas and San Jose del Cabo explores the Essential islands of Baja California North and South.
Three cruise styles: Ships in the Wilderness category focus on active adventure. Safari designated ships offer soft adventure with a touch of luxury. The Heritage designation offers living history aboard ship and portside.
Rates: Cabins are priced per person, double occupancy, starting at $2,995 in low season. Rates include port fees and taxes, airport transfers, park entrance fees, sports equipment, guided hikes, yoga classes, a wellness program and all on-board guide services. Call 888-862-8881 or visit www.un-cruise.comwww.un-cruise.com END.