When we woke up on the beach I looked over at the river mouth and saw that the water level had risen considerably. It was too deep to cross over. So I scouted out another route which would have taken us South around the point over to Punta China. Eventually we were turned away so it was back to the Transpenninular Hwy.

Our next location took us to the scenic cliffs at Punta San Ysidro and Cabras. Still no surf but the views have been incredible. Eventually we would wind up back here for the night. It’s been 3 days in Baja and I still haven’t spent a dime on camping spots. How can you when there is so much empty space? I guess people would pay so they can park in numbers.

We took in the scenery for a few and I worked on reorganizing the van. I seriously over packed for this trip. I keep shifting around boxes that I haven’t used like my table and 2 giant containers of tools and spare parts. I have another large container of clothes and I’m still wearing the same stuff I wore when we left Orange County. Someone in Baja is going to come up.

I read about a local bar in town called Coyote Cals. Its on the road to one of the major races and is pretty well known with the racing types. I walked in with Riley and there where a few gringos hanging out on the back patio. We all exchanged hellos. 5 minutes later these guys had my maps and were marking places of interest. “When you get over to Mulege look for Jungle Jims and ask for John Denning. If you need anything at all tell him you know me and he will set you up.”

They group invited Riley and I for dinner. A few hours of hanging around and sharing stories it was finally time to say goodbye.