Woke up in the abandoned fish plant near the lighthouse where the dessert meets the ocean. It was about a 30 minute walk down to the sea lions where I managed to get myself stuck between the “watch lion” and the rest of the group. Ahhh they didn’t really expect me for lunch that day, they had a lot to say and let me get some photos.
So I ended up getting a late start for the longest drive I've done in a couple weeks. Then I missed a fuel stop and was sweating bullets as I was teetering on empty. Then like an oasis a fuel station appeared in the middle of the dessert. (Insert deep breath sound)
Got that all sorted and saw a donkey on the road side being gobbled up by vultures, I thought of a funny Shrek caption so I swung a turn around for a photo and pulled off the road. Silly me everything that's not paved is freakin sand and bamn dropped the overloaded bike fuel of fuel, two tires, groceries and water on its side. Damn, donkey karma !
Got the shot thou :)
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!