Day 2 Miles: 130
Day 2 was much more like what I had hoped for this trip. This morning everyone was ready to leave on time. There were no technological difficulties, and no one got lost. We were waived through a military checkpoint without inspections, and the Federales drove right by us. Our two pit stops were for bathroom breaks only – no excessive wait times – and we arrived at our campsite on a beautiful beach by 1:00 p.m. As I write, the Wagonmasters are chilling the wine, and the owner of the RV park is cooking fresh lobster and clams for the group. The firewood is being delivered for the huge fire ring for our group, included in the $10 US per rig.
Today’s drive provided lovely vistas – verdant farmland and a picturesque mountain pass.
It was so curvy and high, with no jersey barriers, that there were many roadside shrines to the dearly departed. And it’s a wonder there are not more fatalities; we had a couple of gasp-worthy moments when impatient cars passed us, on curves, in sight of oncoming vehicles.
The beach vistas on the Pacific side rounded out the day.
Upon our arrival it was nap time for some and beach combing for shells for others. I was invited to drive the beach with Ron and Bill, two life-long business partners who are serving as our Tailgunners for the trip. I left the toad behind in Palm Springs, so a ride in the Suzuki sidekick was a treat.
We watched people digging for clams and provided entertainment for the beach dogs, who enjoyed chasing our car as we passed.
Gotta go – time for la hora felice!