Wookie Maiden Voyage                           page 3 of 6

Amacker was at her vacation cassita so we launched an invasion party. None of us brought a camera, but Amacker posted her pics . And the next morning we left Eric, Flare, Zed, Amacker and crew and headed south south south.

Route 1 goes on and on, around a million curva peligrosas, and past countless incomprehensible signs. There was one I kept seeing that I didn't understand ("obeizas las seinas" or something like that) so I translated it and it says simply "obey the signs". I think I saw that at Burning Man, a sign saying only "obey this sign".

Finally we arrived at a surf spot near the Baja Nor/Sur border.

We weren't the only ones there though... What's wrong with this picture? I counted 21 people in the lineup, all fighting really aggressively for tiny waves. And when there's no swell surfers get cranky, especially southern Californian surfers who are kind of cranky to begin with.

Each afternoon the winds kicked up and everyone would head back to their campsite.

Here's a panorama from the roof of the Wookie (click it for a larger view):

That's Scott from Santa Cruz. Most of the people were from San Diego though, I guess the 12 hours from the border is still within their easy travel window. Anyway, I really like Scott's surfboard rack, so simple and must be able to fit 6 boards.

Then there's the drive down the longish dirt road leaving. This can be a pretty hairy road, and it had rained the day before, and I was determined not to get stuck since all those San Diegans with their absurdly fancy 4x4 trucks would have their whole existence justified if our old 1973 van couldn't make the road out.

We made it, hallelujia, and the existence of the many San Diegans remained unjustified.