Then I realized I was running super late to be in by night fall on my beach camping. So I gunned it for an hour to try and beat nightfall.
Landed just in time to set up, make dinner and get a fire rolling. Woot woot! Super solid day!
The next morning I rolled outta the tent and right into the Sea Of Cortez. What a stunner of a way to start the day I thought, swimming around in the salty sea just a few minutes after waking up. It also dawned on me that I hadn’t really ran any earth friendly biodegradable soap products across my body in a few days. So I got some out of the bike and headed back to the beach where I'm camped with not another soul within 50kms. So I decide to strip down naked and suds myself up.
How liberating I thought, so I dive back into the sea to rinse off and after about 20sec my ankles start tingling, then my hands then everything. I run buck naked outta the sea only to find little jelly bits on me. In the 5mins I went to get the soap, a wrath of tiny jellyfish had rolled in and now I was burning and covered in little welts, yea EVERYWHERE!
Soon the tides would turn and as I’m putting lotion on my hands I hear the familiar "puft... puft... puft..." hot damn some dolphins where fishing just off shore!
Great idea I thought, and busted out my fishing rod. No luck in the jellyfish zone so I walked a km to where the big rocks meet the beach and gave it a shot. Bamn, nailed one and lost it. Whoever tied my hook did a half ass job... Got the second one on a blue and silver spoon after about ten bites. Then nailed another a few minutes later.
Hello BBQ beach side lunch!
Who know all those years my Dad took me out to spend freezing cold nights in the wilderness with a fire and hours with a fishing rod in my hand would pay off on the beach in Mexico!