According to The Traveler’s Guide to Camping Mexico’s Baja, the Playa Escondida campground on Bahia Concepcion (tent camping, no showers, no running water, inexpensive): “This small isolated beach is picture perfect. There is a row of palapas along the water. Outhouses are on the hillside behind. The road in to this beach is rough, we …
Monthly Archives: January 2014
1/22… El Synopsis
It’s Wednesday, January 22 and while more detailed posts will follow, in the interest of at least keeping folks up to date and making some sense of our peripatetic wanderings, here is the synopsis of What The Bugs Have Been Up To. Gallery at the bottom of the post for those who are more …
1/13… Shock and Awe
I went for my morning run, half an hour or forty minutes up the beach in Bahia de los Angeles, before turning around, and made it back to camp by about nine. It hurts, because I’m sure as hell not in shape like I was six months ago, but it feels good to remind the …
1/19… Teach a Man to Fish
Daniel rode into our camp at about two, and asked us if we were interested in doing a little shopping. The answer, if only to pursue the adventure further, was clearly yes. *** We had already had a great morning. The girls were out of the tent and down to the beach almost the second …
1/21… Going Native
So, the first point to make is that we’re alive and well. This lapse in correspondence has largely been a function of the rare, and subsequently anemic, internet connectivity we have encountered whilst In The Middle of Nowhere, Baja. And, we have genuinely been in the middle of nowhere. We have been in spaces where …
The Thousand Dollar Tecate
Plot twist! We drove into San Felipe in order to get some water and food to prepare for our New Year’s Eve celebrations at the contradictorily charming post-apocalyptic trailer park, and stopped by a beachfront restaurant that had wifi for patrons, and disarmingly inexpensive beer. I ordered a Tecate, logged in, and began to check …
Hello, 2014…
The wind from the Sea of Cortez seems to pause just at dawn here, allowing the birdsongs to carry a little further and let me know about the imminent sunrise. I get up and poke my nose out of the tent, and note the temperature, feels like 50 degrees or so, just enough to make …
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