Oh yea, last week/weekend was Mexican Dirt Dog time! I got to show Lucy the ropes about how to cross the border.
Step 1: Look pathetic as they pack.
Step 2: As soon as your food leaves the house, go crazy.
Step 3: Any time someone walks towards the garage, go crazy.
Step 4: Any time someone walks in from the garage, go crazy.
Step 5: If you can squeeze into the garage as they walk out, run like hell for the Jeep.
Step 6: Do not leave Jeep under any circumstances. Play dead if approached.
It works every time. We got in the Jeep and drove to San Felipe at 0400. It doesn't bother me to drive so far. I have a driver. His name is Garrett. He's a sucker. We arrived at Pete's Camp just in time for a beautiful sunset.
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The next morning, Andy didn't want to go to the restaurant for breakfast. He demanded chorizo and cheese quesadillas for breakfast. He even drove out to get the supplies! You know I got some. You can't resist me.
We cruised into San Felipe so that Garrett could do a little shopping. We went into a few shops, and a shop owner offered to hold Lucy and I while they perused a ceramics store. That was a first. Normally, everyone is scared of us! I guess he really didn't want two big dogs essentially being bulls in a china shop! After shopping, we went over to the taco shop they like on the Malecon. They enjoyed tacos, but there were a LOT of dogs around so Lucy and I had to get put in the Jeep. We still barked incessantly. So much that they moved the Jeep down the street a bit so they couldn't hear us so much. When lunch was over, I was very tired from barking at pigeons and other Mexican dirt dogs so I slept. Everyone packed up and cruised out to KM109 on Highway 3 between San Felipe and Ensenada. We met up with the BFG pit! I remembered these guys and they remembered me. I am the goat dog.
Tommy really likes me. He's the cook in camp. He secretly feeds me carne asada and chicken scraps. Then, I pretend like I'm hungry as everyone eats and I get fed tacos and more meat. Garrett saw me get fed an entire half taco. He rolled his eyes and said I had to poop away from camp from now on. I don't know why he insists on watching me do that and then he packs it up. Weirdo.
The next morning, the chefs were at it again! We enjoyed chorizo and egg breakfast tacos with all the fixings. By WE, I do mean WE. Lucy and I were given the quarter or half tacos that the crew couldn't finish. I'm surprised Lucy hasn't exploded by now. She tried to eat a moldy taco from the bushes the night before...rookie. Wait for the good stuff.
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After breakfast, it was chill out and hiking time!
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Sometimes,
@bob91yj gets creepy and stalks his wife. Here he is taking secret photos of her. That's love. I wonder if he sniffs her butt, too?
Lucy, being a purebred Amstaff (pitbull), is now our "Pit" boss. She supervised the mounting of a better speaker. How many humans does it take to hang up a speaker? Apparently a lot.
Camp was set. It was BOOM TIME.
Carlitos and Angel, two sons of some of the guys there, were awesome enough to prerun with us before the pit stop. The goal was to find a good vantage spot for spotting. Spotting is when Garrett stays up all night and calls in race trucks on the radio so the pit knows who's coming and can prepare. We had our own "pit stop".
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As race time grew near, Cindy got set up in her high hide. Looks lonely and cold!
These two goons were new to camp. They are a father/son duo and are some cool Jeep people Garrett knew. I think they had a good time!
Bob was sitting around, doing nothing. I mean, free hands. Hands that were not actively petting a dog. This was unacceptable. I sent Lucy in to make it right. You can tell he was enthused.
After dinner, which was hot dogs BTW....so many hot dogs...so many hot dogs for MEEEEE! I think I had more hot dog than Garrett did. Where was I? Oh yeah, we cruised back out to the spotting position. It was starting to get cold so I needed cuddles. Lucy was cold and stayed in the Jeep. It was 37' when we arrived and kept getting colder!!
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Once vehicles started going by, Garrett said I had to get in the Jeep. Since it was getting colder, he kept checking on us. At some point, while sleeping, I was shivering while breathing. Lucy was shivering like crazy as well. Garrett said we'd stay alive in the trailer. I've never been cold so perhaps it was just a ploy to get in the trailer? Maybe. He'll never know...After 5 minutes, nobody was shivering and we were asleep toasty warm. Lucy is under the big blue blanket.
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Garrett stayed awake to watch trucks all night. He was later told that it got down to 20' COLD! They burned their last piece of firewood as the sun came over the mountain. Some of the guys were pretty tired. If you look closely, someone almost passed out on a rock.
During daylight, Garrett let me out for a minute, but didn't let Lucy out. She made it clear she wasn't thrilled with the decision. He then let her out, too. She put on her grumpy face.
As the sun crept towards 1pm, the call finally came in to come back to the pit. We hadn't had breakfast yet (it was too dangerous to send someone up the road with food in case a truck came barreling down at 80mph). We lived on beef jerky, chips and beverages. It was all worth it, though. Garrett said they were done and then Bob and Machelle caravanned back to Pete's Camp in San Felipe. It was a brisk evening and everyone went to sleep early!
The next morning, we packed up around 0800 and got to the border in just two hours. It only took one hour to cross with the trailer. We did encounter two cool Global Expedition Vehicles - one on a F350 chassis and the other on a military truck chassis. They were cool, but gigantic. It took forever to get home and we slept the entire way home!
Until next time, Baja!