Above Photo: In a town with nothing but washed out roads, Bahia day Los Angeles has a lovely traffic circle.
The sunrise was breathtaking at Bahia day Los Angeles, and this view was from inside my rig. It’s hard to stay disenchanted in the face of such beautiful scenery.
We took a tour and were surprised to find there was more to see than we thought in a town of 800 inhabitants. There was the museum:
The chapel made of Opal:
And the scenic overlook of the entire bay:
We returned to camp to find the Wi-Fi mostly working, and I met the caretaker’s dog, who could have been Olive’s cousin:
(That’s the other dog!)
Determined to hit the reset button on my attitude, I invited two couples over for happy hour. It was Bob’s 66th birthday, and we toasted with that bottle of Veuve Clicquot I never drank at New Year’s, and some caviar. Entertaining always makes me feel better.
Tomorrow we are driving the longest and most harrowing day yet – 237 miles through the desert and the worst of the potholes. I am girding my loins as we speak.