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While everyone, especially non-skiers, is well aware of the potential dangers of skiing, few people consider the risk factors of other activities.

Here we are at Los Cabos, celebrating our 18th wedding anniversary. The Westin Hotel has decorated our bedspread with roses in the shape of a heart, and all is seemingly well. We decide to spen a romantic morning on the beach. The signs warn us that swimming is prohibited: The tides are dangerously strong, and you can be pulled out to sea. This month, there have already been 49 rescues. The number was about to increase.

We are not fools. We did not go swimming. Instead, we decided to stroll near the water. Not directly near the water's edge, mind you, but close enough. All of a sudden, the mother of all waves apppears. She's hungry and she's angry. Since nobody is actually in the water, she decided to wage war on the mid-shore and take the nearest victim as prisoner, which unfortunately happened to be me. Engaging more force than a jealous girlfriend who had just encountered her boyfriend's other significant other, she knocked me off my feet and began dragging me out ot sea. Having recently gone through another one of my battles with light-headedness and low blood pressure, I was powerless against her wrath.

I tried to get up, but my usually strong legs failed me. In the back of my mind, I began to hear the background music from Jaws. Coincidentally, there were two whales, or perhaps sharks in the near distance. Finally, the Mexican equivalent of the ski patrol, or whoever they were, since I have always depended on the kindness of strangers, along with Mark, with his not quite healed shoulder, were able to drag me out of the water. Aside from having just a minor bit of post traumatic stress, as well as some bleeding wounds from getting dragged in the pebbles, I'm basically okay.

However, I would advise that a walk on the beach is not as safe as you might think. Be careful out there!
post #2 of 14
Wow! Glad to hear that you're OK, LM!
post #3 of 14
That story is the mother of all methphores!

Glad you were able to talk your way out of this and persuade the sea to give up her catch of the day.
post #4 of 14
It's a Jungle out there!

You can't just make up a story like that!
post #5 of 14
written a day earlier I am not sure I would have believed it- glad you did not join so many others in Davy Jones' locker.

Seriously, there is a very similar feeling to be swept out to see and caught in sliding snow. You know you may be screwed, you know there is not much you can do about it, and you really, really hope to get another breath soon.

thanks for sharing-
post #6 of 14
Swim sideways to get out of an undertow.
post #7 of 14
the rusty-

while I agree with you in principal it is a damned hard thing to do when you are being tumbled as if in an oversized washing machine, alternately be dragged across the bottom and slammed down hard. The only time it ever happened to me I was damned glad to have the good fortune to have the undertow lessen at the same time my feet were near the bottom- allowing me to push off, make for the surafce and THEN swim parallel to the shore line. I can asure you that I had no idea which way was up while I was in the spin cycle. Forget left/right
post #8 of 14

Had I known about the conditions there and known you were going, I'd have loaned you one of my surf boards. They are sitting in KY now collecting dust in the house.

Living at the beach, we used to search out those rip currents to help us get out to the break so we wouldn't have to paddle so hard. I guess it's all in your viewpoint!
post #9 of 14
Oh, this gets better. I swear it's almost the plot for Final Destination IV. Lisa had lost her passport about 2 hours before we were leaving for the airport. It's a weekend, it would have been totally impossible to replace the passport on time for this trip. I do manage to find it in the parking lot of the Silverthorne Rec Center, so we make it. But it's almost as if there was a sign from the universe trying to stop us (or at least her) from going.

Keep in mind this was supposed to be a romantic and relaxing anniversary getaway, not in any way an "active vacation". We live in Ski Country, we could have been at LGC III, I thought a nice warm getaway would be good, especially with my still-gimpy shoulder. I'm still a bit worried about skiing at at a level where I'm having fun, so a "safe" beach getaway is just the ticket.

Until we both get plowed under by this mother of all undertows (losing my only prescription sunglasses BTW - after all we were just wading ankle-deep, I wasn't planning on swimming) To have a less eventful afternoon, we decide to drive down the Carreterra Transpeninsular to Cabo San Lucas itself for lunch and sightseeing. After a couple of drinks and spicy shrimp over at The Giggling Marlin, we hop in a boat to take a 45-minute tour out to El Arco and the other features around Land's End. Lisa manages to get her arm hit by another boat, while she's in our boat. As a bunch of tour boats (smallish 14-footer glass-bottom outboards) and water taxis are coming into Lovers' Beach to pick up folks they dropped off earlier, some moron in another boat decides on horseplay with his buddy our skipper, and starts coming in close. Current comes up, starts pushing his port bow towards our midships gunwale. Where Lisa has her elbow resting, blissfully unaware and looking for more sea lions. All of a sudden, loud, accented "Youa feengers senora, watch youa feengers" and at the last moment we all realize they're about to crush her arm. She jerks it back but manages to still get her elbow smacked. About the same as hitting your funny bone in a doorway, could have been a lot worse.

Meanwhile my doctor, my PT, and I've been so worried about another fall on the slopes messing up my shoulder that I only was allowed to ski a week ago. I posted elsewhere about maybe needing my first fall again without hurting my shoulder to get my confidence back. I didn't expect that would be on a sunny day walking along water's edge on a warm beach. Luckily I got knocked backwards so couldn't throw out my semi-bad arm forward to brace, and at the same time didn't land on the back of the bad shoulder hard enough to push it anterior too far again. But the worst is, I've got a wicked bad skier's thumb now - feels just like when you get your thumb stuck. I must have jammed it trying to crawl up from the undertow.

We are actually having a great getaway. But there's a whole "what will happen next" undercurrent. The ceiling fan above the bed starts shaking in its mount if you turn it up. The only outlet that will take the hair dryer plug almost fell out of the wall exposing wiring as she plugged it in.

We were having our romantic anniversary dinner on the beach, complete with flaming torches amidst the bamboo stakes walkway to the cabana (think the entrance to "Tribal Council" just before getting voted off the island") I look over and one of the torches looks way too close to one of the long bamboo stakes. I start joking about how the bamboo will catch fire, topple over onto the cabana setting it aflame, and our only escape from our burning clothes will be to jump into the rough waves pulling us out to sea while the sea water stings our burnt flesh.

If anyone is looking for a script for Final Destination IV or V, have their people get in touch with my people.:

Luckily that didn't happen. I'd stay in the room but I'm not too sure of that ceiling fan :
post #10 of 14
Who gets the movie rights for this?
post #11 of 14
A nice relaxing vacation indeed! : This trip report is useless without pictures.

Lessee, killer waves, crushed by boat, lost passport, possible beheading by ceiling fan, electrocution, fiery death from tiki!:

Those rogue waves (sneaker waves) are deadly, though. Keep one eye on the sea at all times!

When I was young and stupid (not all that long ago), a friend and I hopped over a 3 foot chasm to go explore an 'island' on the Oregon coast. It was low tide and coming in, but the water level had been well below the top of the little barnacle and mussel-covered rock we were on about the size of a double garage and flat on top.

Not 5 minutes later, one of those monstrous sneaker waves came up over the rock at knee height, knocking both of us down and pushed us inland toward that 3 foot ditch that would have ground us into peopleburgers.....if the bodies were ever found afterward.

We didn't go into it, but got close, and the water receded. A quick look over the shoulder told us another one was coming and we never moved so fast in our lives to cross that gap where the waves didn't hit! Aside from scratches from the razor sharp mussel edges and barnacle abrasions, I thought we were lucky to be alive.
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post #13 of 14
Terror in Paradise!
Well, you know how those intense, near-death, emotional experiences bring couples together... one way to keep the fire burning year after year!
post #14 of 14

Glad you are okay!


The current in Cabo is pretty brutal. I remember going for a swim and feeling like I wasn't even moving (kind of like running on a treadmill).

Anyways, good to hear that you are alright

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