Big Blue comes out of retirement to take us to Baja for our first time south of the border
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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 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 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...
