is interested in your travel yarns, or ones you've heard
and like. It doesn't matter how wild or improbable they
sound. Just as long as they're about the Baja.
Like the one about the guy who flew from
the top of Picacho del Diablo
to Cabo San Lucas on a Coleman cooler converted into a
A carefully planned trip
leaves one less ass in San Felipe.
Or the woman who installed a Volkswagen
motor on a reclined shower stall, welded axles to it and
drove it from El Dorado to Mike's Sky Ranch, claiming
she got 31 miles to the gallon.
Hey, we'll believe anything.
What about the prospector who lost his leg
in an accident, made a temporary one out of a barrel cactus
and clumped 79 miles through the mountains, arriving at
San Felipe a week later, the doctors unable to remove
the ersatz appendage because the cactus had grown roots
into his body?
And let's not forget the woman who walked
to Percebu from the Valley
of the Giants with a rattlesnake hanging from her
ass (and toilet paper still stuck to her shoes).
Then there was the kid who hid in a golf
bag at Pete's Camp and ended up in the back of a panga,
heading for Puerto Peñasco. The clever lad jumped
out of the boat unnoticed near Isla Consag, swam ashore
and lived on bird guano and sand fleas for four days until
he was rescued by a San Felipe resident in a kayak who
had paddled out to the island to see why it kept changing
shape from his kitchen window.
Of course no one will forget the UCLA student
who wanted to unicycle the entire length of the trans-peninsular
highway. Three months into the trip, and just 63 miles
from Land's End, he came out of a bar to find his bike
jacked up on a brick and his wheel gone.