Viajamos, A boy’s recollection of Baja part two

BRAKKKKEEEEEEEEEE…. what a wonderful time to read eh? Anyway, after that interesting experience…. ON THE ROAD AGAiN. Look out the window, see a dust cloud, hear the roar of a 800 hp engine. That’s what it’s all about man. Rollin’ into town, there’s a finish line erected. Screw that, it’s pool time baby. Flips and basketballs. Darkness dawns and we go to get fireworks for the all American holiday we’re celebrating later in the trip. Ridin’ in the back of the pickup, Baja style. We pass many, a lone charro in the back of another truck along the highway waves at my lil sis, before looking away into the surreal sunset, muy macho. Dogs and bones. Fireworks and loaves. Shrines and stones. All in a day’s work in the Baja.

Wake up, it’s time to go. Wake up, it’s time. Shake your head, put on your pants, it’s time to go down the line. And by line I mean highway. BUT TODAY WE HIT DIRT SO NOT HIGHWAY!!!!! AHAHAHAHAH. sorry. I’m just an excited person when we mention offroading. Drive down the line, tapping your fingers in time. drive down the line, witness the porcupine.

Drive down the line, find your spine. Drive down the line, witness the porcupine.

Let me say one thing, and one thing only. Thank the lord for Satellite Radio.

Rollin’ down the dunes in my Fo-ord. Dropin’ the rhythm, bla bla bla bla. (I can’t rap)

“leave the highway and cross the river at San Ignacio. Drive through town to the plaza and connect with the road leading south to La Fridera Fish Camp on the shore of San Ignacio Lagoon. This road is paved for the first 8 miles. Go left at the fish camp and proceed to Cuarenta, San Jose de Gracia, Raymundo, Cadajé and on into San Juanico. The North Road route is a total of 650 miles (105 miles from San Ignacio, mostly on dirt) from Tijuana. But think twice before you take the turn-off from San Ignacio, especially if you’re not caravanning with another vehicle. Bear to the right, leave the graded road and go through El Datil and Ballena via the mud flats. Risk breaking through the soft crust to the slick muck below. Do not leave the tracks. You will see the divots where vehicles left the tracks and were stuck. Again, do not leave the tracks. Bear left at forks in the road and encounter the moon dust; obscured terrain beneath deep powder-fine dust, a swirling blizzard of choking grit that fills your windshield with a yellow haze. Traverse steep arroyos, some with mud and flowing water. Take a shovel, some plywood, a tow chain, a good map and a GPS. Take shortwave radios, extra fuel, water, and fully inflated spare tires. Take notes, it will be interesting.”

Those are the words that I studied before I left on this trip, but I must say, it’s quite underwhelming. I have been taking notes but… Eh? Crap, I shoulda knocked on wood cuz’ our good buddy John’s stuck in the sand. This’ll be just wonderful. Look at the thermometer, 94 degrees? 4 ton truck? Anyway It’ll be worth it in the end…

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