The two of us set our for Mexico at 7am. Driving down to San Diego went pretty smooth. I made the decision to cross at Tecate because I heard it was a mellow town and the traffic was minor compared to Tijuana. I parked on the US side and walked across to get my visa.

Over at the Immigration office and a chunky fellow asked me what my business was.

“Where are you headed?”, he asked.
I replied, “Ensenada?”
“For how long will you be in Ensenada?”
“7 days. No maybe 12. Uh, I don’t know”.
Then he went in for the kill, “What is your purpose in Ensenada?”
I was stumped. I couldn’t answer any of his questions with any certainty.

He gave me a visa for 180 days. I payed him $27 US.

On our way down to Ensenada we passed a pretty large tourist trap for wine tasting. I never took the time to taste wine but the setup looked pretty cool.

About an hour and half after later we arrived at Ensenada. Ensenada was busy and happening. Full of spring breakers and all the madness that comes from local people trying to capitalize. So we kept on. My books reported that the real Baja begins just South of Ensenada. So that’s where we will start this journey.

I stayed right at the fork on Mex 1 for La Bufadora. Immediately the scenery changed and Riley and I found our way winding up a small mountain. I pulled off to the #5 camp grounds. No one in site. Now we’re camping.