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...
We had heard stories of the road leading south of San Felipe. The final 25 miles of HWY5 before reconnecting to MEX1 had not yet been paved and was under construction. Knowing that this meant a whole different thing then in America, I was not expecting any comfort on that...
Well, that is it for San Felipe… for this trip at least. We camped on the beach for a week, explored numerous places to eat in town, and basically just beach bummed around for most of the time. I even tried my first few seafood tacos while here; Shrimp (not...
For the past year, in my going-pretty-good-so-far attempt of making Kerri fall in love with me, I have brought her coffee in bed every single morning. As a result of the coffee ritual, a breakfast-taco ritual was implemented. The new ritual was needed to get her out of bed, otherwise...
We left the Yuma area, early Sunday morning, to cross into Mexico and make the 120 mile drive to San Felipe on the eastern coast of the Baja peninsula. Everything went smoothly crossing the border other than the fact that we made four attempts at finding the right place to...
Even though the van barely got used after the v3.0 build, Big Blue needed an update with the upcoming trip to Mexico to include another person. To make matters worse, that other person was a girl (gasp!). How was she going to go to the bathroom? Where would she do...
Yep, that’s right. As of the 1st of the year we had moved into the van. It took another 3 days to move everything we wanted out of the Airstream and into the van, but by the 3rd the Airstream was in storage and we were 100% official van-tramps. We...
That’s it, it is official. A new tradition is born. You may ask yourself, “what tradition?” The tradition of having too much fun in the desert of Borrego Springs and neglecting to take any photos which then forces me to just send everyone off to another blog which better documented...
