Originally posted by Ken Cooke
Guerrero Negro (gair-aero nay-grow) "Black Warrior":
Guerrero Negro is the point of entry to the state of Baja California Sur, and its location on the 28th parallel. Because two of the Baja Grande
vehicles lacked sufficient travel documents, we were a little on edge as we met up in El Arco after being separated due to a wrong turn. As we looked
towards the west, ominous rain clouds packed the skies. As our group reached Hwy 1, just south of Guerrero Negro, the rainclouds opened up,
completely soaking the drivers as we had to air up our tires. Shoes, socks, pants, shirts, you name it - we were completely soaked. After traveling
north into Guerrero Negro for some Mexican Pesos at the local bank, some of the vehicles decided to gas up using their gerry cans, and because of the
intermittent showers, got soaked a 2nd time! Our plans called for us to camp out at Santa Rosalillita (Rosa-li-yee-tuh). But, rain just kept soaking
the roadways, and we knew that along the beach, it would be even worse. Our group stopped in the small pueblo of Jesus Maria (Jesus Mary), and gassed
up. The Tamale Lady was at home, recuperating from an injured ankle, so her family and an employee were preparing Tamales in their tiny restaurant
adjacent to the Pemex station. After several tamales each, we completely ate up the tamale inventory, and pointed our Jeeps north - to Cataviņa.
Cataviņa (cah-tah-vee-nuh):
Our plan B was to stay at Rancho Santa Ines' motel for two nights - located on the trailhead to Mission Impossible. But according to local
Americano Ralph Shoemaker, the employees were getting 'Lazy' and did not like tending to a motel with few to no visitors. So, we drove up to our plan
C - Motel Cabaņas Lindas. For $27, we were able to stay in a motel with cold showers, c-ckroaches, and no water the next morning. The morale of Baja
Grande fell to new lows. David and Tom both were coming down with colds, and they were ready to pack it in, and head back home. The next morning,
after a good sleep, everyone was intent of traveling Mission Impossible instead of going home. Joe and Sandra headed to El Rosario early, fearing
body damage to their new Tacoma pickup truck. Thanks to Joe, our room reservations were bumped up 1 day early, because after running Mission
Impossible, our plan was to arrive in El Rosario after dark. |