As the sun began to set behind the Gigantes de los Sierras just south of Loreto, I spotted some houses and campspots on the beach. Not wanting to spent yet another night scouring the dark for a campsight, I whipped the bike off the road at the bottom of the hill. I followed the side road about half a mile, past some houses and right up to the beach. I was given directions for the campground on the other side of the playa, but after turning the bike around to head over, this dude came out of his house and flagged me down. He asked me a couple of the standard questions, sizing me up, before he made a proposition. He said he and his wife were just cooking dinner, and if I would like to join them, he just happened to have a cold beer in the fridge with my name on it, and my very own open-air palapa right on the beach as well. How can a guy thats been on the road for a week say no to that?!
They put me up for two nights, fed me lots of tacos, beer, coffee and breakfast in the mornings, fresh fruit and great stories. Todd and I swapped stories of our respective times in the Corps while we guzzled down cervesas, bs´d about fishing, and Lyn even took me into town to use the payphone so I could track down some parts for my bike. I got up early both mornings to watch the sun come up, put the fly rod together and waded out to do some fishing. Nothing like the sound of stripping line, rippling waves, and watching fish jump to a purple-pink sunrise.
I didnt stay with them long, but their kindness and hospitality were a godsend. I hope to visit them again, either in Juncalito or their first home in the Bay area.
Todd and Lyn, some of the coolest people in Baja.
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