It was a stormy night on the beach and we woke to rivers of red mud rivers flowing around us to the bay. It was quite impressive and I was a little reluctant to drive through it but I had no choice since the only way out was upstream.
The dreary weather and rivers of mud accentuated the fact that tourist season was over.
My goal for the day was to reach the large town of San Quintin. With a population of about 25,000 people, I hoped to find a café or camping spot with internet. By the time I reached town it was getting dark and finding a camping spot … of any type.. became my priority. I took several side roads that promised RV camping but each one terminated in impassable lakes of muddy water. The roads are not well-defined here and many look more like private driveway into someones courtyard rather than a passable street. I hesitate to try these streets because I don’t want to end up in someone’s yard, but more importantly, I don’t want to end up in a spot where I can’t turn around. My turning radius is extremely limited. It’s also likely to become mired down in the mud if I’m not careful.
Just as the sun is setting I find Fidel’s El Pabellon Palapas Alvinos.
It’s a tiny spot just off the beach. After a long drive down yet another uncertain road I was thrilled to see large gate and Fidel waving his hands and gesturing for me to pull in. With a huge grin on his face he shouted, “ Buenas Noches!!!” and came up to the truck to introduce himself.
This is the first place I’ll have a fellow camper. An older man and his little Jack Russell terrier are living out of a van for a few months as they explore Baja. He’s from Oregon. It’s a rustic place with no internet but there is electricity and in a few days fresh will be delivered… or so I’m told. No worries since I filled up water in Ensenada. I have a filter system so I can fill directly to the camper without worry of contamination. I also have a passive drip filter for filling containers if there’s no running water. For now it’s nice to have the more modern hookup.
Fidel speaks very little English but the three of us sit and watch the sun set together and manage to communicate enough to have a few belly laughs. The rain has let up and it’s promising to be a beautiful day tomorrow. Fidel tells me that it’s been 5 years of drought. Luc, they beat your 3 years in Los Angeles by a long shot!
Just before the sun set, the Poodles and I too our first strolled on the beach.
What a difference a hundred miles can make!