To escape the heat of camping in a town, we headed a few miles south of Todos Santos to San Pedrito Beach where we could camp for free and enjoy the ocean breeze. (Location added to my boondocking sites map). This was the style of camping I envisioned when Kerri...
Now that we are in (or near) the tropics, the heat laid it on thick and Kerri’s ability to do anything came to a staggering halt. Eventually she just laying in the van until the sun began to set. Late enough in the day, and once the heat let up...
In a flurry of discussion the decision was made. We would skip La Paz on our Southern route and instead visit it when we head North. I mean, we have to pass through it again no matter what, so why not? This, in turn, freed us up to drive the...
With the weekend comes the time to get out of town and back into the places we came to Baja for. Enter El Conejo, a nothing place (barely even on the map) located 10 miles off the main highway and down a washboard and sandy road. So when Kerri said...
We bolted from Loreto on the East coast of Baja and, within no time at all, arrived on the West coast. Although Puerto San Carlos was never really on our agenda, the thought of spending a work-week in Ciudad Constitucion, 20 miles inland, did not sit well. It sat so...
After only single night in heaven, we spent a whole work-week in Loreto in the tiniest of RV parks, packed in like sardines, and dreaming of getting back out of town and too the beaches. This town of 14,000 souls just wreaked of most things you want to get away...
We had a single night we could spend off-net, and the timing could not have been better with Palya Santispac just 15 miles south of Mulege. Here we were able to camp directly on the beach of clear waters and leave the van doors propped open for the entire night...
After leaving the zombies and oranges, we moved to the only campground within walking distance of the town for a single night of exploring Historic Mulege. Huerta Don Chano Campground served us well. At first we took up a normal pull-through RV site with electricity, but after surveying the tent...
As we entered town of Mulege, “Barbara” (Kerri’s Garmin GPS which she insisted on bringing even though it can’t speak a lick of Spanish) told us, in that monotone synthetic yet somehow demeaning voice, to exit the highway to the right. I do not know why I still listen to...
Continuing South from Guerrero Negro, we ran into the small village of San Ignacio not far off the main highway. San Ignacio has a very picturesque central square (not that I took a photo of it) where nearly all the restaurants and shops are, along with a Catholic Church from...
