Above Photo: Whale skeleton at the border of Baja California Sur
Day 4 Miles: 146
You know a drive is pretty darn boring when the most exciting sight is a couple of mules:
Alas, no more Boojum Trees or boulder fields as we continued south through flat and barren desert. Maria and I conjured our own interpretations of roadsigns.
Por exemplo, this sign, meant to indicate a low point in the road that could wash out during rain, I dubbed, “The Mustache Highway.”
“Yes drink, no drive.” (Of course the word “si” in that sentence means “if,” not “yes.”)
This one – “Don’t make tire garbage.”
(“Tire” means “to throw” in Spanish, and “basura” means “garbage,” but we have seen so many discarded tires along the roadway we liked our version better.)
The big excitement today was crossing from Baja, California to Baja, California Sur – the southern part of Baja.
For 20 pesos we were greeted at the border for an agricultural inspection and “tire spray,” which is supposed to deter pests. I guess pests exist only on the starboard side of the road, as the spray was only on the right.
Things vastly improved once we arrived at Guerrero Negro and the Malarimmo RV Park.
The little town of Guerrero Negro, named after a shipwrecked Spanish whaling ship, had some amenities, including coffee shop, restaurant, and bar.
We feasted on seafood and margaritas. Whale watching is tomorrow!