Winter In Baja – Part 3
Spending several days solo was good, but with the Baja Crew only a few hours away I stocked up on Tecate reds and bounced down the East Cape Road to La Fortuna to get the party restarted. And that we did. La Fortuna was a free sandy parking lot miles from any real town and had a small surf break, a few beach bars, a sushi restaurant, a convenience store and a pizza joint. It was perfect.
We circled the rigs and spent the week soaking up the sun. I woke each morning to the sounds of crashing waves and lively bird songs in the nearby bluffs, spent the morning working from my standup desk with a view of the deep blue ocean, ran in the afternoon, watched wild burros walk by, and caught sunset happy hours on the shore. La Fortuna had been one of my favorite spots in Baja so far, and although we rolled out after a week I knew I’d be back.
Baja In A Truck Camper Part 3 Film
But first, the whole crew wasn’t on the East Cape so we doubled back, drove through town for resupplies, and made our way to our other favorite beachfront campground in Cerritos. We arrived just in time for Sunday Funday and of course, nothing could go wrong with 10 peso cerveczas!
As it turns out, my friend Teresa has a casita in Cerritos just a mile from the beach and she was planning to spend a month down in Baja. When we arrived I introduced her to the Baja Crew and the stellar happy hour deal we found at the Big Fun Beach Club. Another week of barefoot beachfront shenanigans commenced.
Unfortunately while in Cerritos my camper’s sink stopped draining. In an attempt to clear the clog I cracked the plastic drain trap and after a lot of troubleshooting I decided to just not use the sink for the rest of the trip and repair the drain when I got back to the States.
After a sandy week in Cerritos most of the Baja Crew rolled back north to Campestre Maranatha in La Paz for laundry, cleaning, more camper maintenance, and pool time. The winter was winding down and several travelers were preparing for a return to the States and Canada, so everyone was a bit more focused on packing and preparing this time around.
But, just because everyone was busy didn’t mean it was all work and no fun! We enjoyed afternoons at the pool, beachfront bar happy hours on the Malecón, karaoke nights at our go-to bar in La Paz, and late nights in the campers laughing for hours.
And just like that about half of our Baja Crew rolled out of La Paz to start heading north. I still had a few weeks left in Mexico so I turned south, met up with Teresa at Baja Brewing in San José del Cabo, and bounced out along the East Cape Road back to La Fortuna.
Back in my happy place I even made friends with some of the locals.
After a few days in La Fortuna I aired down my tires and along with Scott we caravaned to Los Frailes to meet up with Rex and Ann. There we circled the rigs and were also joined by Teresa’s friend Golden who was touring around Baja in his van. The three of us jumped in his rig and headed into Cabo Pulmo for tacos and beer at, well, Tacos & Beer, and headed back to the beach for one more night camping with the crew.
We watched one last sunset and moon rise over the Sea of Cortez and in the morning said goodbye to Teresa and Golden. I rolled out as well and made my way back to La Paz to tuck into a spot in Maranatha. My days south of the border were numbered, but we had a few more beach camps and bar nights ahead of us before I needed to return north.
