I had a need for some Baja down time, decided to go for a weekend. At the last minute, Peter (bmw635) and Dale (woodienut) along with his girl Mary and their dog Cooper decided to join us.
Peter and I agreed to meet at my house at 11AM Friday...yet another one of those random internet meetings, we had PM'd a couple of times, a few texts and a phone call, and we were off to a third world country full of banditos and cops on the take together....scary, I tell ya, don't try that at home!
Dale and Mary were a couple of hours ahead of us, we'd meet them at Pete's Camp.
We all made the trip to San Felipe with no issues...no banditos, no bribe paying, no problems, even though the internet had assured us that we were risking our lives on such a trip, especially with strangers!
I correct myself... the head wind was so stiff on the way down, my Dmax dropped down to 10MPG, and Dale found a need to use the gas from one of his cans that he'd been hauling around for years...or so he claimed...Dale is a bit of a story teller...I think he did it just to impress Mary with how prepared he is in the event of a crisis.
Enough blathering, on to the few pics that I took. I realized on review that Peter and his FJ80 aren't in the pics. He decided to go wandering around the San Felipe area a bit. I chose to anchor my chair down at camp in the event that a gust of wind might come up and blow it over.
As you can see, the beach was CROWDED, we had to fight to get a good spot.
Another shot of camp, that's Pete's Camp just above us, "Mary approved" bathrooms and showers next to the bar/restaurant.
It was a relaxing trip for all!
Another shot of the crowds we had to contend with to enjoy ourselves. This one is at high tide...
...there is substantially more beach at low tide, adds at least a 1/4 mile of mud flats, making the crowds more tolerable. The Sea of Cortez has the most dramatic tide swings. By our estimation, it was at least 10-12 feet while we were there.
Two of Machelle's brothers live at Pete's Camp. We went to her brother Jim's house for a feast Saturday night. Tri-tip, salmon and fresh shrimp cooked on the grill were all on the menu. Her brother Don rode his quad down to help me with securing our chairs.
Cooper resting after a tough game of fetch.
All good things must come to an end, Dale and Mary took one last walk on the beach.
Peter and I agreed to meet at my house at 11AM Friday...yet another one of those random internet meetings, we had PM'd a couple of times, a few texts and a phone call, and we were off to a third world country full of banditos and cops on the take together....scary, I tell ya, don't try that at home!
Dale and Mary were a couple of hours ahead of us, we'd meet them at Pete's Camp.
We all made the trip to San Felipe with no issues...no banditos, no bribe paying, no problems, even though the internet had assured us that we were risking our lives on such a trip, especially with strangers!
I correct myself... the head wind was so stiff on the way down, my Dmax dropped down to 10MPG, and Dale found a need to use the gas from one of his cans that he'd been hauling around for years...or so he claimed...Dale is a bit of a story teller...I think he did it just to impress Mary with how prepared he is in the event of a crisis.Enough blathering, on to the few pics that I took. I realized on review that Peter and his FJ80 aren't in the pics. He decided to go wandering around the San Felipe area a bit. I chose to anchor my chair down at camp in the event that a gust of wind might come up and blow it over.
As you can see, the beach was CROWDED, we had to fight to get a good spot.
Another shot of camp, that's Pete's Camp just above us, "Mary approved" bathrooms and showers next to the bar/restaurant.
It was a relaxing trip for all!
Another shot of the crowds we had to contend with to enjoy ourselves. This one is at high tide...
...there is substantially more beach at low tide, adds at least a 1/4 mile of mud flats, making the crowds more tolerable. The Sea of Cortez has the most dramatic tide swings. By our estimation, it was at least 10-12 feet while we were there.
Two of Machelle's brothers live at Pete's Camp. We went to her brother Jim's house for a feast Saturday night. Tri-tip, salmon and fresh shrimp cooked on the grill were all on the menu. Her brother Don rode his quad down to help me with securing our chairs.
Cooper resting after a tough game of fetch.
All good things must come to an end, Dale and Mary took one last walk on the beach.
