When one decides to drive to a remote beach deep in the baja there are may things one must first consider, such as; Is there air in the spare? Do we have enough water? How about beer, should we grab some? How much gas do we have? Tires are solid. Will there be food? Quanto Kilometros to la playa? Donde es la calle de costa. Many questions, yes many questions indeed.
For me I prefer to do a cursory map check (it’s usually the tiny squiggle I cant even see) Then turn to mi amigo Eduardo and ask aya or aqui? So tonight 60 km of crushing dirt roads later it is nearing sunset and we sit on el Pacifico, our kidneys bashed, the Toyota is hot, the waves crashing on la mar, we are in a small valley that drains onto the beach, sunset is a golden glow of liquid light, we are semi stuck in deep sand but no matter, there are many whales spouting off shore and its absolutely incredible its un perfecto campo (except for maybe the deep sand and low charge on the power chair that effectively leaves me motionless) manana we dig, la noche es para tranquillo.
Taking stock we are well stoked, we are packing a bag o naranjas (to ward off scurvy), dos boteles de agua (if absolutely necessary), bolsas de te, one can frijoles (sin grasa), tortillas con harina (handmade), one bottle seven mares salsa (mmm) dos bolsas de mota, 2 cold beers (and 3 warm ones), two paks o delicados and fuel and cooking gear and a bag of sweet dates.
We are set, the night is right, we only lack female companionship we have a smoke, drink a warm pacifico then eat canned beans on fresh tortillas with salsa, there are dates for desert and still half a can of beans for desyuno, it would only be better with hielo for the beer and coffee for manana it is a lesson in simple pleasures and a time to give thanks for this amazing life.
For me I prefer to do a cursory map check (it’s usually the tiny squiggle I cant even see) Then turn to mi amigo Eduardo and ask aya or aqui? So tonight 60 km of crushing dirt roads later it is nearing sunset and we sit on el Pacifico, our kidneys bashed, the Toyota is hot, the waves crashing on la mar, we are in a small valley that drains onto the beach, sunset is a golden glow of liquid light, we are semi stuck in deep sand but no matter, there are many whales spouting off shore and its absolutely incredible its un perfecto campo (except for maybe the deep sand and low charge on the power chair that effectively leaves me motionless) manana we dig, la noche es para tranquillo.
Taking stock we are well stoked, we are packing a bag o naranjas (to ward off scurvy), dos boteles de agua (if absolutely necessary), bolsas de te, one can frijoles (sin grasa), tortillas con harina (handmade), one bottle seven mares salsa (mmm) dos bolsas de mota, 2 cold beers (and 3 warm ones), two paks o delicados and fuel and cooking gear and a bag of sweet dates.
We are set, the night is right, we only lack female companionship we have a smoke, drink a warm pacifico then eat canned beans on fresh tortillas with salsa, there are dates for desert and still half a can of beans for desyuno, it would only be better with hielo for the beer and coffee for manana it is a lesson in simple pleasures and a time to give thanks for this amazing life.
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