Ouch!
Day Two launches with a beautiful reddish orange sunrise on the bay, huevos rancheros and huevos con chorizo. (my favorite). Served with avocado, refried beans, and tortillas-there’s no way we’re losing any weight soon and we don’t care.
It's a Willie Nelson landscape. Studded with Saguaro cactus forests and deep cut canyons reminiscent of prehistoric streams the view eventually gives way to flat shrubbery lined sand dunes. Tires stood up, filled with sand in the bottom, mark invisible roads leading to deserted beaches.
Four different military checkpoints peered around in our truck today. One congenial official inspected a roosterfish fly with a gleam in his eye. He gets it. The rest waved us on while their gun toting sidekicks stared grimly. Outside of Mulege, starving, hot, and sweaty, we found a roadside taco stand serving us two bottled Cokes and tostadas in the shade. It was shortly after we were speeding away from Loreto that The Crumpster realized he may have lost his cell phone. Opposites attract I guess, and I spend an incredible amount of time in relation to my high level of organization helping The Crumpster find things in his state of disorganization. I pull over in a shady dusty spot and we rip apart the truck looking for the missing phone before agreeing it was gone. For good. Twenty minutes later barreling down the highway he finds it. Turns out the mouse in my truck stole it and took it into the firewall to make some calls home.
Despite my dreams for the past year about exploring the hidden beaches of Bahia de Concepcion, the spring breakers had turned the white sandy jewels into a clown filled carnival. Things have a way of working themselves out and we continued southwest to Magdelena Bay. We arrived just at dark and Bob of Mag Bay Outfitters put us up in one of his rooms for rent. A cheap but delicious dinner of burritos at the local taco stand granted us the chance to get to know Bob and plan for the following day of fishing. A panga, its captain-Rodrigo, and the mangroves await us.
roosterfish fly, tied by a friend
Cirio Tree, derived from the Spanish word, Cirio, meaning church candle. They grow slowly like a sturgeon-only 2 inches per year. And Baja is the only place in the world they exist!
I'll take four tacos says the Saguaro cactus
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