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![highway_3.jpg](http://www.markdstephens.com/baja_mexico/highway_3.jpg)
I originally titled my trip “Baja Sin Nombre” for a very simple reason – I wanted to enter Baja mentally clean, with as little premonition as possible for what the dusty peninsula means to other people. Sin nombre is Spanish for “unnamed” and I wanted to name it for myself after my own experiences there.
Are you still with me?
Here’s what I learned:
- Baja - for all its funky roadways, cultural idiosyncrasies, and damn good drinkin’ villages with fishing problems – is more than a strip of sand and rock that hosts desert races, surf bums, and expatriates.
- Huevos rancheros is hard to find before 11:00am
- Never underestimate how long it will take to drive 30 miles of washboard road
- Turn on your left blinker while another vehicle is passing you on Mex 1
- The desert near Catavina is still whispering my name
- It’s a shame Bay of LA beaches are trashed with dead dreams, old uninhabited mobile homes, and piles of rusty junk. The bay is so very striking with all those islands, but the beaches . . .
- When camp gets windy, just bring the beer into the tent
- If you think you’re lost, just keep going
- Most plentiful business in Baja? Llantera
- The little sign above the 10’x10’ shack on the side of the highway that says, “World Famous Tamales” is true
- Wave; say “Buenos dias”
- Ask, “Donde esta . . .”
- People around the world are just want to make a living, get to tomorrow, and be happy along the way
- It’s still pretty cold and windy on the Pacific coast in March
Trip details:
- 6 nights, 7 days
- 1550 miles
- Average moving speed: 36.1 mph
- Lowest elevation: -56.6 ft
- New tree knowledge: Boojum, Elephant, and Cardon
- At San Borja, a young kid named Angel ran to me and explained that my friend “Carlos” (Chuck) was there that same morning. He’d camped there the night before with some friends and they were quite “happy” all night long. I wonder what he meant . . .
- Vehicle failures: my passenger side front turn signal rattled off somewhere, and um . . . the transmission on my dad’s Rover blew up only an hour after we crossed back into the U.S. How’s that for luck?
- Brooke, despite being nearly 5 months pregant, loved the driving, the missions, and the beach camping.
Here, I have some photos that we shot with our little digi cam. My slides will be back from the photo lab in a day or so. Brooke shot most of these, but a few are mine:
![whale_2.jpg](http://www.markdstephens.com/baja_mexico/whale_2.jpg)
![whale_4.jpg](http://www.markdstephens.com/baja_mexico/whale_4.jpg)
![colonet_3.jpg](http://www.markdstephens.com/baja_mexico/colonet_3.jpg)
![colonet_2.jpg](http://www.markdstephens.com/baja_mexico/colonet_2.jpg)
![whale_3.jpg](http://www.markdstephens.com/baja_mexico/whale_3.jpg)
![colonet_1.jpg](http://www.markdstephens.com/baja_mexico/colonet_1.jpg)
This is brought to you with extra special thanks to: Al Walter, KC, BX, and Dos Equis Cerveza. Honorable mention to all the washboard roads that lead to pristine beaches.
Otherwise, it's good to be home.