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| Originally posted by Don Jorge Rebecca’s boys, Wyatt and Sammy, 20 and 18 years old finally had simultaneous days off from school. They turned the 4 day weekend into a 5 day weekend arranging for an extra day off pre trip. Becky had long wanted to take the boys camping into Baja and especially wanted to share whale watching in the lagoons of Baja with them. We had our chance.  It was nice having two young men to help load the Baja Rig. We left San Clemente at 3 am. In one hour we were at the new border crossing into Mexico. We were packed in back and they sent us to secondary. They made us unload; instructing us all would have to come out. OK, so be it.  Halfway through the unpacking and inspection they found our spear guns. The little Tulacachangas working the border were so excited. We were busted. They brought over the military guys. They showed them the spear guns. They discovered spear guns were legal in Mexico. Their disappointment was palpable and they soon lost interest and said ok, enough, “You can go.” Our firewood was safely tucked away up front. They never got that far. Boys, that is a lesson. We stopped in Ensenada, used the ATM to get some pesos. Passed some bike riders. Wyatt and Sammy are bike riders. We agreed not our idea of fun, to each his own, and south we went.  Next stop was Catavina. We always stop in Catavina on the way down to buy Tecates in cans. Later they might be useful. I introduced the boys to J.D. Rock A Fellow, brother to Marilyn Monroe and author of such famous songs as “Stop In the Name of Love.” The boys chatted it up with JD, enjoying every minute of the conversation. The desert would not be the desert without eccentrics.  As we were leaving San Clemente neighbors John and Seth B pulled in. Small world moment. They were on their way to John’s casa in Lomitas de Los Gabachos. South we go. We hit the dirt early afternoon. Gave the boys the tire pressure guage, instructions to take em down to 30psi and I popped the ceremonial first Tecate. Boys reported back with task completed, they got their first ceremonial Tecate in a can. The first ceremonial beer in Mexico is drank when airing down on the first dirt. Lesson.  We arrived at camp with time to unload and play. It was flat so the kayak came down first. Wyatt and Sammy wasted no time and off they went.   Becky and I unloaded, organized camp and walked the beach enjoying the sunset.   Our only neighbors, camped 100 meters west, were watching the sunrise too and shared poses of delight.  Sun goes down, we light the fire, make our supper of fresh home grown chard, kale and spinach sauteed with shallots, garlic and butter. Add potaotes and yams roasted over the fire with grilled venison and elk loin and the day was complete.   After supper we enjoyed the campfire, the sounds of the ocean and some well deserved Stone IPA and Pale Ales. Tecates are ceremonial, good beer is religion.  Thus ended Day 1 of Wyatt's and Sammy's Days Off. Day 2 brought flat surf. We surfed fish.  Teaching Wyatt to surf cast with a conventional reel.  Small Surf but the young men went out anyways.  Sammy, Toes on the Nose.  Camp on a Point  Bocci in the tidal zone and later the sunset game   After supper we choose our soldiers for the Scorpion War  We secure the perimeter and call it a night.  Day 3 we are off to see the whales at Ej. Benitos Juarez with Tony on Sirenita. Hunderds of whales in the lagoon. Whales everywhere. Sammy and Wyatt are able to touch the whales. Mom is so happy. Great weather, great day.    Day 4 the surf came up a little.  Even big enough to push an old fat guy  Later the boys went spearfishing   Goofing off as usual: Titanic re-enactment  A littel bouldering was done also.   Guillaume and Nico join us for Pétanque, a game invented in France we know as Bocci ball. They kicked our arses and said, "Of course we won. It is our game."  Later Nico played French and Spanish music on his guitar while we prepared and ate fresh fish , elk tenderloins and lots of veggies. around the campfire.   Silly group shot, happy campers  Day five we drive home. Stop at Cataviña.  Last stop of day is at E; Trailero for tacos. Boys scarfed! Pouring rain at the border, only 3 cars ahead of us. Life is good. Wyatt and Sammy are now planning their own adventures in baja. They have been bitten by the Baja bug. My fault. |
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