It had been too long.
Baja is one of those places I was introduced to as a kid building Habitat for Humanity homes or working at an orphanage in Tijuana. We'd make the trip down, get a dose of culture shock and come home on a bus humbled, happy and a little more grown up. It's hard to quantify how much those trips changed me, but they were my first realization of how different each persons life experience is.
One of the things that was imprinted on my memory was how kind and giving folks were. Amid the violence and ebb and flow of cartel's over the years that's something that hasn't changed. In college I started visiting Baja to race the SCORE Baja 500 and 1,000 fairly often. This brought my Baja knowledge to a new level. The poverty and sadness that sometimes envelops the border cities is in stark contrast to the hard working, but laid back feel of the deeper part of this Mexican state. The folks may appear to have very little in contrast to Americans, but in my experience most want for nothing. They are content and happy to help anyone traveling through.
I could go into stories of how someone took parts off of their humble Volkswagen bug to help fix our racecar or how we would sit down in someones living room while they cooked for 10 hungry Americanos for a price that is hard to believe in it's modesty. I could go on about how at a "campo" on the beach the owner gave away more free beer and icecream sandwiches to us than I was paying him in "rent" to stay there. Baja doesn't always make sense, but it's like that person who your gut just tells you is a great person. A person you can trust. That's my Baja.
So, it had been too long. In part life gets in the way. In part, the many warnings of Mexico may have had influence on me. I don't like to admit it, but it may have secretly influenced me to choose another Utah or Colorado trip over Baja. Thankfully, with the prodding of some friends who've never been we decided to put our annual Death Valley trip on hold and head south of the border.
We drove straight from work on a Wednesday to the desert just outside Yuma/El Centro. This southern part of the Imperial Sand Dunes (Known to some as Glamis and also known as Algodones) is beautiful and desolate until desert season hits. We woke up to Border Patrol agents jumping a particularly large dune again and again on their quads and dune buggies. Honing their work skills no doubt.
The next morning we headed for Calexico/Mexicali (See what they did there). After fueling up our trucks and our stomachs we headed south. I'm not generally a fan of most border cities. That goes for any country on the planet. They don't give me the warm and fuzzies. Neither does any city with a port large enough for a cruise ship to dock. It just seems that it's in our nature to treat people differently when we make a living off of them. I like being around and visiting with people who couldn't care less if I am in their town or not. I'm just a traveler from another country.
This section of desert is the delta where the Colorado River once flowed into the Sea of Cortez. I'm sure it was once rich and green, but now it tends to be a dust bowl. I've driven through here when you can only see a couple FEET in front of you. The tip of your hood disappears and you realize that at any speed you'll hit the car in front of you before you can see it. Today we had much clearer views, but you can see that the raised roadway serves to keep it out of the mud (if it rained recently) and as a hazardous slope for anyone not paying attention.
On to San Felipe we went. There is one large military checkpoint along the way. I've never experienced or directly heard of any corruption with the military Federales in Baja. They are always polite and professional. It just takes a second for Americans to realize that it's perfectly normal to see a 16 year old with an M16 inspecting vehicles.
San Felipe, the trashy cousin of Baja. Far enough south to be better than a "border town", but by virtue of the college and desert racing traffic coupled with paved roads to and from, it's still a bit shady. The population makes their living mainly from fishing and turistas.
Still, it's worth a stop.
We grabbed some Ceviche and fish tacos and kept on heading south to Puertecitos. It's known for some hot springs that spill out into the Sea and formerly as the last bit of pavement before heading south! Now, the new highway travels next to town and the old Pemex is closed. (That's okay because you are observing the NEVER pass a gas station without filling up rule, right?) I actually followed the old road into town and a bunch of locals looked at me like I was lost. This used to be the main road which followed the coast as you drove along cliffs and beaches. Now a 4 lane highway as nice as any tollroad in the US follows a boring, but fast route south to Bahia de Gonzaga. It's both sad and nice to see progress in Baja. Sad for the traveler who longs for a trip back in time, but nice for those who struggle to make a living in Baja.
When given a chance to park next to water and slow your pace down and help yourself realize you're on Baja time, always take the opportunity...
Currently the highway ends a mile SOUTH of Gonzaga Bay. It will continue past (not right next to thankfully, as Coco puts it) Coco's Corner on to Highway 1. Once completed this route will see immense traffic since this new highway is faster and safer than any part of Highway 1. Go now because this section of Baja is about to be jump started into modern day.
A few years ago on another Baja trip I was low on gas ( I passed a gas station I deemed too close to the last one to be worth it..... stupid), it was 110 degrees out, I was traveling with no other vehicles, and I was dying to get into some water and cool off. Just south of Gonzaga bay I saw a sign for 2 Campos. One was called El Sacraficio Campo with a skull and cross bones crudely painted on the backside of an old metal road sign and the other was Beluga Campo. Beluga camp had a crudely drawn Beluga Whale smiling an shooting up a jet of water from it's blowhole. Yes, as tempting as El Sacraficio camp was I chose the happy whale camp instead. We decided to visit Beluga Camp again on this trip. I wanted to show my friends how good it can get for just a couple bucks until we hit the more remote beaches later in the trip.
We swam, speared fish and Brian even caught one fly fishing. We had a nice night drifting off to the first proper night in Baja.
Well, let's throw today in with yesterday since it was a short day picture wise. :-) Today will be epic. If we're going to spend the day at the same place, I love sleeping in. If not, my heart starts beating faster and the excitement of what we will encounter in the new day get's me up and going. Let's hit the road!!
One person on this trip wanted to see whale bones. Check that one off the list!!
Up ahead we saw the progress of the highway coming along as evidenced by several large bridges going in. In a year, it will be done. Go now.
After a few more miles of driving we came upon two people sitting under a tree in the shade. As we pulled up they made no move to walk over or signal us. It felt like they saw that we were Americanos and just figured we'd keep driving. I wouldn't recommend picking up strangers carte blanche, but when in the desert additional consideration must be made. I took basic steps like keeping the truck running and in gear until I figured out what was going on. After some chatting it sounded like they had walked about 9 Kilometers so far. (The missing water in their clear jugs fit that description) Their car had broken down and they figured if they could get to Coco's Corner they'd be safe. It was still 5-7 Miles to Coco's and the temps were already breaking 100 degrees. They were up for walking, but now that we were talking I offered a ride. At this point the other trucks had caught up and everyone was sussing out the situation. My gut said all was okay and I learned long ago to trust it.
I opened up the truck to show that in the back of my Landcruiser was my bed and that they'd have to sit on the wood platform with their backs against the folded in half bed. They looked skeptical so I jumped in to demonstrate. They piled in and we were off. Between their broken English and our broken Spanish we were able to chat about anything we wanted, given enough time and patience.
They worked construction in San Felipe. Their car battery had died so they needed to come back with a charged one to get the car going. They were excited about the new highway helping the economy in the area and getting construction back on track. As we turned around to get a picture of our new friends and guests I saw that they were doing the same thing with their camera phones! They laughed that their wives would never believe the adventure they had so they had to get a picture. Us too!
We pulled into Coco's Corner and let our guests free of the cramped back bed/sleeping area. They tried to pay me for the lift and we declined. Pass it on to the next person in need of help. You can never build up enough good will credits in the world.
Coco's Corner is an... oasis... sure let's call it that, in the middle of no where. It's simply the only turn in this road for miles. No other distinguishing feature marks this spot except Coco and his decorations.
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I met Coco years ago on a trip and at the time he had 1 leg. Since then diabetes had taken his other leg. If you ever see a Coco's Corner sticker you'll know how old it is by whether the Roadrunner on it has 2 legs, 1 leg (like my old stickers have) or no legs. Interesting fact that Coco enlightened me to on this trip. The best way to describe Coco is that he's a personality. As soon as you show up, it's the Coco show.
We asked Coco where his cat was for this cage and he said. Right here:
Coco's pet Scorpion. He sleeps on the old bench seat from a truck next to the scorpion.
Coco has an odd collection. Sit and think a while.
Enjoy the view at Coco's. That's Ceasar, one of our desert travelers we picked up.
You can spend a lot of time and drink a lot of beer looking through the history at Coco's.
After a bit we said goodbye to our rescued travelers and Coco. Time to head for Highway 1.
One thing that is dangerous and not to be underestimated are the highways. If you are on pavement, be on your toes!
You may come around a bend to someone parked at a dead stop in the middle of the road or you may have an out of control semi clip your rear view mirror off. Both of which have happened to me.
Back onto dirt! Thank goodness.
The desert down here is different than anywhere else on Earth.
These are Boojum tree's, but we preferred to just call them Dr. Seuss trees.
Also, the Elephant Cactus scale boggles the mind of someone used to the "Giant Sagauro." Also called the Mexican Giant Cardon these cactus dwarfed anything I'd seen so far.
Group shot.
This whole area is a preserve so at least it should remain fairly close to how it looks right now as time wears on. The desert in this area changed by the mile. At some points it almost looked landscaped.
Eventually, we made it to the Pacific Ocean.
That's always a great feeling.
Snails.
Snail traffic flow.
We drove around for a couple hours exploring. As far as we could drive and see in either direction there wasn't a single person or home. The only thing we found was an old abandoned fishing shack complete with rusted out crab traps and a ponga, left to be buried by the changing sands.
Play time on the beach.
We decided on a camp site and settled in. We fished and relaxed, because Baja.
Jon being stealthy in the small dunes next to shore.
I like to travel fast and "light" (It's a relative term...)
My bed is always ready for me.
There ends day 2 in Baja, on to Saturday.
Sandy Beach in the early morning.
Another good spot to wake up. The fog was thick! It made for some great sleep.
Everyone all packed up and ready to head out!
We headed north to San Quintin for some lunch at the Old Mill. It's a great spot down an unassuming dirt road from Highway 1. Just as we were headed down the dirt road we saw a truck dragging something across a side street ahead of us. My first instinct was that it was a bunch of tires to smooth out the sandy roadway... No, upon further inspection it was a dead cow. A massive, bloated dead cow. You just don't see that every day. Gotta love Baja.
Once you get there you are reminded why it's a worthy side trip.
The tidal swing in this inlet is massive. Boats floating now will be sitting in the mud in a few hours.
It's a good stop for the Baja motorcycle and buggy tours alike. Lots of locals and tourists heading out fishing.
A word of warning. If you have a soft spot for animals, Baja may not be the place for you. Unless you've always wanted 10 or 15 puppies. You see them all over the place and they all look this cute.
Well, if we were going to leave the Ocean and head inland we'd better get some elevation under our feet. It was hot out! We decided to take the long way to Mike's Sky Rancho up the notorious Simpson's Hill. This hill is a pain in the ass in a 2wd buggy, but with some slow going and a decent 4x4 it's not too bad. (Especially if the road has had a bit of time to recover from the last race)
This section pictured is nice and mellow except for the 2 to 3 foot tall whoops along the road. The local ranchers avoid this road since it get so "whooped out" after each race. It was slow, bumpy going. I was wishing I was on a motorcycle about now. Any vehicle could traverse it, but only something with a couple feet of wheel travel and enough power to carry it at speed could knock this section out quickly.
Heading up through El Coyote which is another popular stop in these mountains. It's also right on the racecourse like Mike's Sky Ranch so it sees a fair amount of Gringo's. Everywhere you look there is a lot of left over signs of the Baja 500 or 1000.
Dreaming of cold beer and a cold pool ahead I may have gotten a lead right food. I took off ahead of everyone else for Mike's. We stay in touch via HAM Radio's so whether it's 1 mile or 20 miles we can usually stay in close communication.
Mike's at last!!
Mike junior, son of the long passed original Mike, was in town getting supplies so except for some cleaning and kitchen staff it was deserted. All except for one lady who'd come up here on her own to get away. She handed Kelsey and I a Tecate, as is the custom anytime you see a weary traveler in Baja. I may have savored that Tecate an extra bit knowing that I wasn't still bouncing around on Simpson hill with the rest of the guys. Maybe.
If it's the right time of year the area under the awning at the far end of the pool is filled with dirt bikes. You simply ride into the entrance and park next to the pool. That way your bike is safe and you can get down to the business of food and beer.
The windows and walls of this place are filled with Baja Racing gold. So many past teams, support crews and legends of baja have left their mark here. Every one of these shots has as least one company I used to work for or a team I've been involved with. It was a flashback in time for me and I loved it. Don't ever get a baja racer started on telling stories or the night will be lost in tall tales of past adventures.
Woohoo! They made it! We were all back together again. On a bike, the price of Mike's is worth every penny for the chance to relax, swim and sit down.
In our trucks we were all so happy to stay in them that we decided to take Mike's camp spot on the creek next to the resort.
This is the point in the trip where you start to relive and reminisce the adventures and mistakes you've made so far. You don't want it to end. You're ready for another 5 or 6 days at least.
The next morning we enjoyed running fence line all the way down to Highway 3. It was fun to think back to being in a racecar flying along this road.
We happened to stop to air up next to some power lines. It reminded me of the time I was waiting for the teams Trophy Truck when a couple hundred yards away we heard a loud crack. A helicopter following a race car clipped these very same power lines and went down. Turns out it was a Cartel big man and his body was stolen from the morgue the next day by armed gunman. See what I mean about getting me going on stories. Okay, back on topic.
On this final epic day of driving home we were stopped at 2 Federale check points and 1 American Border Patrol checkpoint with a 2+ hour stop waiting in a border line. It was a rough day, but by the time we all stopped for In-N-Out in Yuma, we were all floating on the cloud that only a week in Baja can give you. So,with that, I can only look to the next trip and hope it lives up to the last one. Somehow, it always does.
