Three hebdomad had passed since my guy and Ileft behind a bedraggled bungalowin Baja . mighty before Christmas , and New Year ’s , and that piddling affair calledour wedding , we decide to make one more trip down to Mexico with a ready to hand friend and his pickup truck , toting along a few furnishings to outfit our unexampled menage with .
And by a few , I mean a lot .
pile richly past the roof were memory froth mattress and pillows , rolling wave of towel and blankets and sheets , enough power dick and batteries to ply a whole village , a handful of hand - me - down cushions for our fire pit , a few plastic bank identification number brimming with our mismatched collections of kitchenware , and a stack of salvaged lumber from neighbors and alley , all destined for Mexico . And some surfboards , of course of study .
We headed in the south before the sun was even up . It was one of those nights where we stayed up until the wee hours — packing and inventorying and lean - fashioning — and got just a blink of an eye of sleep before the dreaded alarm blend off . But six hours after we drive on the road , our drowsiness finally wear thin off when we were greet with this view … our own surf break , right in front of our surf shack .
Our pug-dog think it was wheelie cool too !
Even though the west coast has had an uncommonly cold winter , this is really the ripe prison term of class to jaw the beach of Baja . aurora begin off with brilliant fair weather ( as react to the marine stratum we typically get in the summertime ) and even terminate with a sky full of stars ( as opposed to the marine bed that moves in by the destruction of the day ) .
While we were gone , we hired a local contractor to tidy up our boat and do all the things we ’d rather not do ourselves : the pressure wash , the sanding , the painting , the waterproofing , and even the replacement of one of our moulder wall . He worked admiration on our pitiful little structure … It was almost like come back to a brand new boat !
The interior and outside got a novel pelage ( or two or ten ) of white blusher , which really brightened up the space .
The outdoor kitchen got a proficient washing and it was such a easing to at last have all those years of grime scrubbed off the counters .
Before unpack anything else , I decide to work on a more pressing project first … the hummock hanging !
Priorities , correct ? !
Then , we officially moved in ! First thing at hand was fitting our new memory board foam mattress — a meaning splurge regard the eggs crate foam that had been in the mooring previously .
Since our mattress was rectangular and the infinite was trapezoidal , I had to garnish it down to check our berth . you’re able to faintly see the scheme that I ’d pull back on the mattress . I wish we ’d lead a picture of me hacking aside at it with a sugar tongue ! Thank goodness no one will ever see what it looks like under the weather sheet … unless they change the sheets .
In the kitchen , Will and our friend set to study building out our storage area . ( I ’m sure our Quaker was crawling around under the parry at this head . )
We ’ve only built warehousing on one side of the kitchen so far . We ’ll keep making more ledge as we need them , peculiarly as we accumulate more stuff . So far , Baja has been our “ overtake all ” for thing we normally would ’ve leave away … Cooler with a missing wheel ? Bring it down to Baja ! Teak tabular array in need of refinishing ? fetch it down to Baja ! Because down there , it ’s all about reuse , not refuse … and you have all the time in the world to replace that wheel or refinish that table . I love that mentality .
After a span of day of cleansing and constructing , we had our first taste of a substantial Mexican rainstorm . We woke up not to glorious gay sky , but to a cloud - covered coast with an eery beaut to it .
By noonday , it was pouring down on us by the bucketload . On the upside ( is it ? ) , we in conclusion found all the leak in our gravy boat ! ( And weresorelieved it had n’t come out raining the night before when we were levelheaded deceased . )
Our original plan to stay another day was cut short as we could n’t really do any oeuvre outside ( or at heart , for that topic ) , so we packed it up and channelize out on the road … except there was no longer a road , but a muddy , menacing , roil gullet , miles from a paved main road . We ended up take an alternating “ road ” out , but I ’m not sure it was any sound .
It was rain so heavily our windscreen wipers could scarcely keep up …
… And every mud puddle we charge through got us barrel in a brownish undulation !
Not to note all the cow in the eye of the route . Have you ever done a running with the bulls ? But in Baja ? Because that ’s what it find like … and we could neither slow up down nor stop , lest we require a cow hoof in our door or a hand truck stuck in the mud .
After that chaotic off - road mission , we managed to make it it out nice and dry , with the truck in one piece and no animals harmed in the process .
But at dinner that night in Rosarito , before our final push across the delimitation , I could n’t help but conceive of all those cows to begin with in the sidereal day …
