Originally posted by wilderone
The real Baja starts when you turn off on that dirt road. Roll down the windows; tie my hair up and a fine dust starts to cover the dashboard. You
bumpity-bump along, skirting eroded ditches, spotting a rabbit, a coyote; finally coming to the destination which may be the blue, blue of a glassy
cove (or the bottom of a canyon) ? and it?s all yours. Feel the sand, the salt air breeze, the sun?s just starting to go down, so everything takes on
a gold-rimmed glow. Pull open a chair, pop the top off a Pacifico, and watch the golden glow turn to orange, then red. You look forward to the
adventure that awaits manana. Life is good |