A Sail to Mazatlán and the Power of the Wind

January 9th, 2006 by David

   In all, I spent 5 days in La Paz before successfully hitching a ride on a sailboat to Mazatlán. Sean and Adrian, a couple from the San Francisco Bay area, generously let my bike and me aboard their 38 foot sailboat, the Tiki Iti.

   We took 4 days to sail the roughly 250 miles to Mazatlán. The first two nights we anchored in protected coves along southern Baja, and the second two we sailed across the Gulf of California without stop, rotating shifts at night to keep watch. Highlights included swimming to an isolated island’s shore, catching fish for dinner, watching dolphins play in the bow wave of the boat (see movie below), and feeling deathly seasick.

   The trip gave me new appreciation for the power of the wind and ocean. The first day winds blew at 20 mph and water sprayed across the deck as the truck-sized boat bobbed like a cork in a bathtub.

   Indeed, wind power will be a major energy source if we are to fight climate change. Already, many wind turbines produce electricity more cheaply than fossil fuels. There is huge potential for wind energy in the world, especially in certain places such as the north central U.S. and parts of nothern Europe.

   The major problem with wind power is that the wind doesn’t always blow. On the last two days of our voyage, the wind nearly died, and we used the diesel engine on the boat for many miles. For wind turbines, this problem can be solved by connecting the power grid to wind turbines across a continent, as although the wind may not be blowing near Chicago, it may be blowing off Cape Cod. Electricity grids, however, are highly regulated by the government, and switching to wind power will require action by the government. In other words, you need to make your representative do something if you want wind power.

   A special thanks again to Sean and Adrian, who not only agreed to share a small space with a stranger for 4 days, but were great boatmates and also took great care of me during my seasickness. I am now in Mazatlán, a large Mexican city that is both a major port and tourist destination. From here I will head inland to Durango and the center of Mexico.

The Future of Baja’s Water

January 3rd, 2006 by David

    It is dry here in Baja. You may have noticed that all plants in my photos are cacti. I have not worried once about rain, and Baja’s cities average below 10 inches of rain per year. Where does the water come from that flushes the toilets in these firehouses?

Daniel and Fernando show me pumps in La Paz
Underground water for...grapefruit

   In southern Baja, almost all the water comes from underground aquifers. Two locals, Daniel and Fernando, drove me around La Paz yesterday and showed me where pipes go many tens of meters beneath the ground to find freshwater. Pipes also lead out of the town, where they draw underground water from farther away. In Ciudad de Constitución, where I was a few days earlier, the corn fields and grapefruit orchards also get their water from underground. The goat that I watched get slaughtered ate alfalfa watered from this source. Loreto, where I spent Christmas night, also relies on underground water.

    All these water sources sit close to the ocean, and, somewhere beneath the ground, there is a boundary between ocean saltwater and freshwater. If water is pumped faster than rain recharges it, saltwater gradually creeps landward, and, eventually, the well draws saltwater and becomes unusable, a common phenomenon known as salt water intrusion. This has already happened to a number of wells in La Paz, as well as all the wells in Loreto. Loreto now pumps all of its water from a valley far away.

    With climate change, the ocean is going to rise due to the melting of glaciers as well as the fact that water expands when warmer. It is expected that with a 2 to 3 degree Celsius warming this century, the ocean’s surface will likely rise half a meter this century, and much more in the following centuries (the rising oceans will be another entry here). If the ocean level is higher, the underground boundary between salt and freshwater will move inland, increasing the risk of salt water intrusions. Also, in a warmer earth, the crops near Ciudad de Constituión will require more water because evaporation will increase, thus requiring more water to be drawn from beneath the surface.

    But, with a changing climate, you may say, there might be more rainfall. This is possible. The climate models are not good at predicting future rainfall, especially on a scale as small as Baja California. For the general region of Central America and Mexico, however, the models seem to show, in general, a decrease in precipitation toward the end of the century. More likely, we will see more extremes — both more droughts and more floods, making it more difficult to predict water resources from year to year.

I'll plant the cactus field right next to the corn field...

    Unfortunately, the water sources of Baja will probably be subject to overuse long before climate change has a large effect. It seems that the water is already being used unsustainably — one study shows that Loreto has only a few years left on its second aquifer before the water runs out. And the population is growing rapidly. Whether it is second homes in Loreto for foreigners or a huge influx of people from the Mexico mainland to La Paz, the population growth will result in need for more water. Cabos San Lucas, the town on the southern tip of the peninsula (which I am not visiting), already has an expensive desalination plant to provide water for visiting tourists. Factors other than climate change currently have a much bigger effect on Baja’s water, and these problems need to be addressed now. It is likely that people are simply wasting water and not paying the full price of water. Nonetheless, climate change will only worsen the problem.

Water is for everyone, care for it

    While it may be economic to run desalination plants for tourists, it is unclear how the people of La Paz, and especially its poorer citizens, will fair once they have to pay for water. It is also unlikely that agriculture will be economic with expensive water. I wonder what the future of Ciudad de Constitución, a city built on agriculture and not tourism, will be once the wells turn salty. I wonder if future cyclists will see goats at the roadside or enjoy fresh grapefruits. And, to read more about climate change and agriculture, you will have to wait until later in Mexico….

Loreto to La Paz – 4 days, 234 miles

December 31st, 2005 by David

   In Loreto, I discovered the firehouses. Firemen often have extra beds at their stations, and seem to be very friendly to gringos biking and talking about climate change. I stayed with the friendly bomberos (Spanish for firemen) in Loreto before heading south, following the road first along the shore and then southwest across Baja.
   Southwestern Baja is a large coastal plain, where a number of crops are grown by pumping water from deep underground. Fields of corn grow strangely next to fields of cacti.

   Stopping at a gas station, I met Rafael, who owned both the store and a small herd of goats. In exchange for a short English lesson, Rafael let me watch while he killed and gutted a young goat. I think Rafael got the better end of the deal.
   I stayed with the firemen in Ciudad de Constitución, where I watched a Jakie Chang movie dubbed in Spanish. I then rode two days back southeast across the peninsula to La Paz, the largest city in southern Baja.

   At the suggestion of a local, upon arriving to town, I went to the local news. In less than an hour, without a shower, I was live on television, answering questions about bicycling and climate change.

   I am in La Paz now, where I will be for a few days trying to hitch a ride on one of the yachts sailing for the mainland. I am staying in the extra bunks with the generous and extremely friendly local firemen. The fireman sleep downstairs because, as they say, the upstairs is haunted by their former chief, who passed away 4 months ago. After saying words of appreciation for the generosity of firemen, I have slept comfortably upstairs, by myself.

Guerrero Negro to Loreto — 4 days, 268 miles

December 26th, 2005 by David

   Leaving Guerrero Negro early on the 22nd, I biked two days across Baja to the town of Santa Rosalia, an old mining town, which, like the rest of Baja, is full of United Staters. The scenery has changed as I have ridden farther south, with the mountains becoming more abrupt (including some volcanoes), and the vegetation turning into tall cactus forests.

   Baja California is one of the places in the world where bicycle tourists congregate. I have seen cyclists from Holland, England, the United States, and Mexico biking the peninsula and carrying camping gear. Cylists are still few enough, though, that it is exciting to talk to every one I meet.
   The next two days, Christmas Eve and Christmas, I rode with two Mexican cyclists, Áaron and Rick, who are professors of electronics at the University ITESM in Cerétaro. We celebrated Christmas Eve and morning on a beach looking across Concepcion Bay, where we cooked dinner, shared biking stories, and then proceeded to teach me Mexican slang.

   I am now in the town of Loreto, where I met with the director of the Loreto campus of the University Autónima de Baja California Sur. This campus specializes in eco-tourism, and students are to learn about the natural areas surrounding Loreto. As it is vacation time, I did not get to meet with any students. I did, though, talk with the director, Sam Salinas, about the problem of obtaining water in Baja California. I will revisit this topic, and how it relates to climate change, in my next entry.

Ensenada to Guerrero Negro – 8 days, 432 miles

December 21st, 2005 by David

   The past week has been a long ride through northern Baja, camping on roadsides in sparsely populated places.

   Leaving Ensenada seven days ago, I charted a course east across the peninsula to avoid traffic on the main highway. As I biked across Baja’s mountains, I was struck by two items ubiquitous on the roadside: crosses marking where a driver has lost his or her life, and trash. A strange, common site is a cross with trash littered at its base. The trash is disgusting, but the crosses make me uneasy, and I watch every car that passes me in the rear view mirror.

   After two and a half days, I arrived in San Felipe, a small town on the Gulf of California that is a strange mix of a Mexican fishing village and an American beach-front real estate market. Signs proclaim, in English, new lots for sale or under construction while most people in town speak no English. The people I talked to said they liked the influx of Americans, as they said it provided work. I cooked my dinner on a vacant lot overlooking the sea, and, when the near-full moon rose, took off south again on my bike.

   Amazingly, I soon ran into Brando, Eloy, and Juan, three teenagers from San Felipe on their ‘first ever’ bike tour. With backpacks they had purchased two days ago and bikes they borrowed from one of their fathers, they were out to camp for the night. I tried to convince them to ride to Argentina with me, but they decided to stop only a few miles down the road, where we camped, built a fire, and taught me Mexican slang.
   The next three days, south of San Felipe, were slow hard days on a poorly maintained, little used road along the rocky shore. The second of these three days, five cars passed me, and I camped with a hitchhiker from Ohio who failed to get a ride and had walked all day. The third day, only one car passed me as the road climbed into the mountains. On the second and third day, I averaged 5mph.

   Rejoining the main highway, I have coasted two easy days south, enjoying pavement and a tailwind. I am now in Guerrero Negro, in the state of southern Baja California (‘Baja California Sur’), where I have just washed my clothes and enjoyed a shower.