Romantic Baja Adventure

The road to Baja is a nostalgic one. You are out there, truly out there – not a cell tower in sight. It’s raw, it’s rugged and not for the faint of heart. There are miles and miles of unpredictability. You can get stuck out there for days until you are lucky enough to find ‘local’ help. It’s one of the few places on earth where you can truly go camping. And what is wild is finding others doing the same adventure as you. The unpredictability of the weather makes you appreciate those glassy warm mornings. The moody desert changes in an instant- rain and harsh unrelenting winds come with no warning.

Nobody has the same story. “How was the road in?” – most people ask along the way. Our trip was just over 2,000 miles in 10 days. We were searching for those perfect peeling right hand waves that we scored the years before. Will they be as perfect as we remember? Did the hurricane that hit in October mess up the sand?
Still, we enthusiastically made the drive.

My girl and I headed out on Christmas day from Santa Cruz, Ca to avoid the chaotic Southern California traffic. The weather was calling to be mid 60s and a bit swell to compliment the nice conditions. Having recently partnered up with Four Wheel Campers, they graciously let us borrow a demo rig- a Ford F350 with a fresh Hawk Slide-in Camper. In the event we did get stuck- we were fully equipped.

We knocked out the 18-hour drive to arrive at the beachfront campsite right at sunset to scope the surf. We were teeming with excitement and before the first light even arrived, we had our water boiling for our first morning coffee. Sitting there sipping and peeking out the window with a cotton candy sunrise, we witness the first perfect peeling right point break. The crew promptly suited up and we spent the next 3 hours … Read the full article