Baby Cakes: Bahia de Concepcion

This was the furthest south that we made it, about 50-kilometers south of Mulege. You could say we got stuck there, but not stuck in the sand type of stuck, but stuck by choice, by necessity, by addiction. These things happen to travelers sometimes. You just got to kick off the flip-flops and prop your dogs up on a lazy boy, or something, that's what we did. Requeson Beach. But getting there wasn't easy. Hmmm, where to start.

Instead of all the details, how about just saying that we traveled. Seriously, it wasn't the touristy kind with fancy soaps and clean towels, an air-conditioned coach or posh restaurants. Most of what we had was dirty, including the roads and including ourselves, as we only showered once in the couple weeks that we were in Baja. We washed our huffs and that's what's important. Dirt is good, dirt is real, we kept things pretty real. Kian loves real.

For example. One day we met the coolest old gringo couple from Idaho who'd been staking claim to a spot on a Pacific-side bay for over 20-years. They didn't buy land, they just plop their trailer down in an awesome spot and don't move it for 4-months every winter. I met Lee when he pulled me out of the sand. Three times. The prospect of making it up to that lighthouse sucked me in and it was hell trying to get out. Once we were freed we pulled up on a drivable section of beach and he invited us over. Apparently his wife Fern needed some speach therapy living out there without many gringos around and she talked Kian and I's ears off. Cool stories. Kian got to ride on his first ATV and learned to make engine sounds. Fern loved to tan herself and Kian kept trying to touch the leathery, flabby skin on the back of her legs but I managed to smack his hand away each time without notice. We spent a night out there on their beach and before we left they gave us some great tips on avoiding the $30/person tourist fees and where to shop in Guerrero Negro. They also gave us a couple pounds of Mako Shark meat, god bless them.

Fast forward to Mulege, 3-days later... (I'll finish this post up later, pics first).