I had gone out to Dutch Harbor in June to go fishing. I had spent the entire summer locked up on a fishing boat in the Bering Sea. I flew back into Anchorage in October. There was snow on the ground. I had missed summer! I spent about a week or so getting my diesel Cherokee ready to go and packing things up. I took off headed south looking for summer. I did not have any particular destination in mind. Although, I figured that I'd at least need to get to Mexico to find it. Along the trip through Canada and the Lower 48 I decided on Baja California because I could at least make it into the tropics. If I needed to go further south, I could hop a ferry to the mainland and continue on.