Mike looks pretty damn relaxed in those photos folks....
Good to see.
Epic indeed gents.
Good to see.
Epic indeed gents.
Baja Adventure: 2011
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Loved the pics. Cool trip.
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Not much of a story. It's the name Nylia gave it. Refers to a millipede, or a slow moving crawling animal.
I deliberately took Mike to Santa Maria last. Not only because of the road, but because it was probably the most relaxing and scenic place we went.
I didn't even freak out at the end of the trip as we were crossing the border at Algodones and the nice man with the big gun asked me to pull over for a secondary inspection. "Sure dude, no problemo" By that time guys with guns were pretty routine.
I was even kewl with the Phoenix cop that turned on his lights, pulled me over, and gave me a tongue lashing in the middle of morning rush hour traffic. Something about me learning how to drive and how he thought I was driving like I owned the friggin' road. "Sure dude, no problemo. Would you like a truffle from the fridge?"
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All I can say is it wasn't the scotch. I was packing that across the border for him.
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Fantastic photos gents. Glad you guys had good weather.
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Reflection
Well, it's now been a month since Mike and I came home. Thinking about the trip I thought of a few "Baja" things to share.
Mike and I spent a few days the second week on the Pacific coast. It was foggy and a bit dreary, but it was the Pacific. We camped on a nice sandy beach with tons of shells. There was an abandoned fishing village to our north, so we thought. While making dinner I looked up and there was a gent walking along the beach. WTF? He walks south along the shore line, cuts inland to the dunes, then walks back.
He was not a local, which was easy to tell by the fact that he was walking along the beach, was barefoot, wearing gray sweat pants, and had a knit cap on.
On his return walk I stopped him and offered a cerveza. He declined, but we did have a nice chat. The gent was from Canada and he came down to Baja during the winter, staying for four months. It sounded like he sought out the abandoned fishing villages for the seclusion, though he did say he had permission from the local family.
He continued up the beach to the village, and by unspoken mutual agreement we left each other alone. Mike and I pulled off the beach the next morning, continuing north.
Well, it's now been a month since Mike and I came home. Thinking about the trip I thought of a few "Baja" things to share.
Mike and I spent a few days the second week on the Pacific coast. It was foggy and a bit dreary, but it was the Pacific. We camped on a nice sandy beach with tons of shells. There was an abandoned fishing village to our north, so we thought. While making dinner I looked up and there was a gent walking along the beach. WTF? He walks south along the shore line, cuts inland to the dunes, then walks back.
He was not a local, which was easy to tell by the fact that he was walking along the beach, was barefoot, wearing gray sweat pants, and had a knit cap on.
On his return walk I stopped him and offered a cerveza. He declined, but we did have a nice chat. The gent was from Canada and he came down to Baja during the winter, staying for four months. It sounded like he sought out the abandoned fishing villages for the seclusion, though he did say he had permission from the local family.
He continued up the beach to the village, and by unspoken mutual agreement we left each other alone. Mike and I pulled off the beach the next morning, continuing north.
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The next day Mike and I continued north. The road followed along the Pacific and seldom was the ocean out of view.
At one point I see a white van coming toward us. The van had no windows behind the driver, not even on the rear doors. There were three locals in the front, and behind them was a cage of some sort. As they passed I noticed a very large lock on the rear doors. I called back to Mike and told them the van was coming, but don't stop.
Ummm, wonder what they have back there. Mike had the same reaction. We had both noticed pink tape along the road. Guess they use that to mark the way for the couriers.
At one point I see a white van coming toward us. The van had no windows behind the driver, not even on the rear doors. There were three locals in the front, and behind them was a cage of some sort. As they passed I noticed a very large lock on the rear doors. I called back to Mike and told them the van was coming, but don't stop.
Ummm, wonder what they have back there. Mike had the same reaction. We had both noticed pink tape along the road. Guess they use that to mark the way for the couriers.
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The world is truly a small place.
While in Bahia de los Angeles we went to the Natural History Museum. While there Mike chatted up with the woman behind the counter. Turns out they were not only both from Texas, but went to rival local high schools only a few years apart.
While in Bahia de los Angeles we went to the Natural History Museum. While there Mike chatted up with the woman behind the counter. Turns out they were not only both from Texas, but went to rival local high schools only a few years apart.
Ahhhh yes, Lois from Port Arthur.
We made tentative plans to meet during the UT vs Texas Tech game this fall or maybe during her Labor Day trip to Austin. Maybe she will bring Carol
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[sigh] I'm going to miss Baja this year. The sadness has set in. Bummer. Next year for sure.
