I have no sense of direction.

My favorite old cowboy and close friend, Milton Butler, who I wrangled for in Idaho and Arizon, before he passed away to the green pastures of Heaven (filled with beautiful girls if he had anything to say about it) nicknamed me Wrongway Jules, after a famous pilot named Wrong Way Corrigan, since I possess no sense of direction. A terrible trait for a trail guide. But I do eventually find my way back, having had many fine adventures, some of which I'm happy to share....I'm still taking the long way around.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Moving Smartly Along

Jesus, only you can watch over me from here on (Ensenada)

California Windmills Driving out of Sonoma ...aaaaaaawwwww

16' of power baby....
Pay Attention: that's what Daddy taught me and I have to say, that is the best darn advice I've ever had! And it has served me well so far, especially in situations of ..... peligro! That's Spanish for DANGER! And Baja I think has got me by the gut or throat or whatever since it is a constant push on the adrenaline button... So, let's start at the beginning of the latest viaje (trip ;) ... I left Sonoma with my new baby. Oh, and Daddy doesn't know about it so don't you dare tell him, I would get in big trouble. Here's some photos. Sorry, they always go in the wrong place. Now, I gotta tell you, this is one beautiful boat, but a real pain in the ass to drag since the roads in Baja are constantly being worked on and their signage is random to say the least and I think they hide behind the cactus to scream with laughter while the gringa goes flying over the tope (speedbump) with the boat crashing around in back. Surviving speed freak truckers (both in the US and Mexico) that just LOVE to pass on windy mountain roads, crossing dogs, children and drunk Mexicans (it was Sunday yesterday), Mexican Military Checkpoints (why do they ALWAYS want to know if I'm married: can't they see I'm OLD?!)   and the 42 degree C. weather in the shade.... a major adrenaline rush. The beer helps, and as soon as I cross the border and it's after 12 pm, I pop a cold one.... sorry folks... it's just a ritual and it's the BEST in that heat and tension... the border was great this year, a little slow and they waved me over to the side, but seemed so friggen taken aback by a lone woman pulling this kick-ass boat behind her that they didn't even bother to check for whatever they could tax the hell out of me for (I had 2 cases of wine in the back).... The presence of Jasper, my inherited Male Labrador, in the front seat may have made a slight difference too...  
 L.A. HIGHWAY AAAAAAAAARGGGGGGH
I don't know why this stupid thing underlined the blog... anyway pazienza and some more photos, totally out of sequence. I can't figure this out yet... Actually. You know what ? I'm going to post a separate blog with the travel photos up until my cell phone went dead, at about Santa Rosalia and then I have others later up to here... Ciudad Constitucion

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