Baja Getaway – Part Six

Before you read this post, I want you to know that I promise to make the next one (after this one) very pleasant.

At Laguna Manuela, local fishermen drove by on the beach road from time to time, to and from Pancho’s fishing hut at the end of the point. One of the fishermen stopped to ask if we’d like to buy some lobsters. We bought seven small ones for 100 pesos which was about $18 at the time. After a wonderful dinner of chicken legs and lobster done on the barbecue, we felt that a walk was called for.

A trail led up the hill from the beach to the point where we had seen the Jesus statue a couple of days before. As I waited for Gary to join me, I noticed a black beetle in the sand. It had long legs and seemed intent on doing handstands. I found out later that they’re called stink beetles, and its actions were similar to that of a skunk. It raised its back end to release a noxious spray, as a defensive action.

Defensive handstand pose.

The trail wound through thick, low patches of pink desert sand verbena that covered the hillside. We were once again amazed at how these flowers could thrive in such a dry climate. Dampness from the ocean must have gone a long way towards providing plants with needed moisture.

Desert sand verbena was everywhere.

We were only about halfway up the hillside with Gary leading the way, when I stopped in my tracks and called his name.

“What?” He turned to look at me.

I pointed at the path between us and couldn’t catch my breath enough to talk. “There’s…thuh…th…”

“What? What’s the matter?”

I pointed and stammered, “There’s a …” Still, I couldn’t catch my breath enough to speak. I punctuated the air with my finger pointing to the ground.

“Oh, wow! Holy sh–!” he said.

“Tarantula!” I finally managed to spit out the word.

“Okay, calm down. It’s not going to hurt you. Sheesh! I thought you were having a heart attack,” he said.

“Well, I still might.” I took a couple of steps back. The spider hadn’t moved. “I think it must be dead.”

Gary found a stick on the ground. “I’ll just give it a nudge and we’ll see.”

I took two more steps back. As Gary carefully brought the stick in front of the spider, it reared up on several of its back legs, and stood up tall, its front legs waving in the air in boxing stance.

Gary leaped back, dropping the stick. “Holy smokes, he’s fast.”

I stood hugging myself tightly, and watched the tarantula run to the edge of the path.

“Well, come on,” Gary said.

“Easy for you to say. You’re past it already. How did you not step on it on the way up?”

“I didn’t even see it. But never mind. He’s off to the side now. You can come on through.”

I decided the only way to get past there to continue the hike up the path was to do a high jump and long jump combined. I put my long legs into action and made sure I leaped higher and farther than the legs of the spider could propel it. My eyes inspected every inch of ground for the rest of the walk searching for Olympic sized crawly things.

I must say it spoiled my enjoyment of the beautiful view from the top of the hill when I had to check the ground around my feet every few seconds. And the worst thing was, we still had to go back down the trail.

Fortunately, the spider had gone into hiding when we returned to the spot, and I scurried down the rest of the path in record time. Partway along was a pullout spot where a young couple and their two small children had just arrived in a van. They were setting up a tent.

I felt I should warn them. “You know there are tarantulas up there.”

“Yeah, we know,” their little boy piped up. “We saw their tracks in the sand.”

I didn’t think for one second that he was exaggerating. I’m sure our tarantula could have left deep drag marks wherever he went.

“Let’s go make a cup of tea,” Gary suggested.

“Sounds like a good idea.”

But later, when we sat drinking our tea, all I could think of was how that tarantula could easily straddle the saucer. And with a lifespan of 20 to 30 years, there’s a good chance it’s still up there waiting for my return visit.

31 thoughts on “Baja Getaway – Part Six

  1. Sonja

    It’s one thing running into wild animals out in the middle of nowhere, but at least you can see them from a distance and choose to avoid them. That spider would blend in with the desert pathways so well, you wouldn’t have a chance! How terrifying for you! Must have been very tough getting to sleep that night!


  2. bulldogsturf

    It certainly looks beautiful… but I would have had the same reaction, high and long… in fact I might just have terminated the walk right there… those things give me the creeps…


  3. Feusi

    No way I would continue walking that trail up the hill.I know how you must have felt. When we were in Kenya I almost stepped on a green Mamba – it still gives me the shivers.


    1. wordsfromanneli Post author

      Most men are. They just don’t like to admit it. I saw a (macho) man once stomp on a big spider but he missed and the spider started to run up his pantleg. From that point on, he was like a silly blonde jumping around shrieking. Behind the role playing, we all have our fears.


  4. Sheryl Browne

    When I reached the stage of fetching strange men off the street to rescue me from spiders (one of whom was scared – of the spider! – but too manly to admit it), I eventually decided to tackle my arachnophobia and took a cognitive therapy course. I still cannot believe I actually held a tarantula! Aaaargh! My son, who was with me, was too stunned to take out his mobile for a photo. it was a proud of me moment, I have to admit. If I’d come across your little… um, large… friend before that, Anneli, I would have been hysterical. Someone would have had to carry me, literally, and put me on the first plane out of there, I swear. Great post! 🙂 xx


  5. montucky

    There are lots of them in the Arizona desert where we used to roam and I enjoyed seeing them. Once while along a desert road one was out on the road and traffic was coming. I saved it by throwing my hat over it and the traffic drove around the hat and then I could get it off the road. (I like spiders, by the way… except black widows and hobos.)


  6. townspirit

    Whew, thank goodness Canadian wildlife isn’t poisonous! But I think maybe that verbena might have grown here this summer… I can imagine that tarantula having a bit of a chuckle over the Arachnid Olympics!


    1. wordsfromanneli Post author

      It was probably praying I didn’t stumble. Actually, so was I. As for Canadian wildlife, it is much less poisonous. You just have to be careful not to get eaten by a wolf, a cougar, or a bear. But they’re small potatoes compared to the terror a tarantula can strike in me.


  7. Rayya

    There is nothing like facing your biggest fear. You did well to suck it up and bounce over the massive spider. My husband would have made me re-route our plans completely as he has a major spider-phobia. Well done on making the best out of a pickle of a situation. 🙂


  8. Gladys Schmidt

    I read all 6 of your episodes tonight in one sitting as we are busy with landscaping and then enjoyed a family 5-day weekend at Sidney Island. Your stories are a joy to read. The Baja sounds like an interesting place to go for a winter vacation.



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