Our new friends left the day before. We decided to stay another day and night. By this time we had used up most of our potable water and we couldn’t refill our tanks with the brackish campground supply.
After a quick review of our map, we configured the GPS for a short 200km driving day. We emptied the black and gray water tanks at the campground dump station, then left La Jolla Beach Camp.
We refilled our 60 Gallon tank (25 Peso) at the potable water station located next to the Callimax at the intersection of BC23 and Mex 1. GPS Coordinates 31.72807, -116.57830
We encountered our first military inspection point, answered all or their questions, and without delay, continued on our way. We had a construction delay on steep hill as they were only letting a few cars through at a time. The sun baked down on the new tarmac heating the area up to 36oC.
It doesn’t take long for local entrepreneurs to see an opportunity. We had a constant stream of people walking up and down the road selling hot food and cold drinks while we waited in the blazing sun. Fortunately we found a cool spot to wait in the shade of a hill.
After a lengthy delay, we continued south, enjoying the air-conditioned comforts of our truck. The road wound around and over dry hills, then through lush agricultural valleys.
The roads are very narrow, each lane sufficient for a car, but very tight for transport trucks and big recreation vehicles. Whenever we had an oncoming transport truck, I moved over to make a bit of space while and watched on the side mirror as our trailer wheels rode along the white edge marker line. There may have been an inch our two of leeway before the tires ran off the road and down a drop.
At times, my extended driver side towing mirror almost touched oncoming traffic. As my driving confidence increased, I settled into the routine of our travels and enjoyed the scenery.
I realized I could find potable water wherever there was a small town, there were ample gas stations, and small markets to replenish our supplies.
We followed the GPS directions and arrived in a deserted Fidels Campground, that showed signs of previous flooding and deeply rutted tire tracks..
We drove around and tested a few areas, eventually taking a spot along the wall with limited hookups. We were totally self sufficient and didn’t need hookups, but the spot looked firm and level.
We took a walk on the beach, and watched a stunning red sunset bringing out the metallic flecks in the wet sand.
When we returned from our evening walk, we headed into Fidel’s dining room, and enjoyed the fresh crayfish he had cooked for us – they were delicious.
Feeling content, we retired for the night. Unfortunately stray dogs fought over scraps of food from the local garbage dump, and disturbed our sleep.