Just got into San Ignacio (redux) and am looking to run to Guerrero Negro tomorrow. First, let me just say that Mulege was nuts. In 24 hours I was party to almost getting eaten by a whale, a dinner party replete with artists and singers of the highest caliber, new friends that could party like tournament trained professionals, crashed cars (two), and all followed by a wonderful town party that kept the magic going through late last night. It took some effort, but I had to throw myself out of the mix this morning and head for San Ignacio. A ton of bikers in SI with expectations of 20 or more RVs coming into town tomorrow. Glad to be on the move.
Visited the Tres Virgines this afternoon (a beautiful volcano) and spend much of the time in the shade of a cactus tree having a sandwich. Perfect. Pushing for Guerrero tomorrow, but looking at the ride into San Franciscito and up through Bay of Los Angeles. I will try and work out the details on fuel tonight.
But, instead I almost got swallowed by a whale. No shit. La Boca de La Muerta.
So, E. sends me a message and let’s me know that I need to go slower and that that I need to look harder for the kinds of things that constitute Baja magic. Heeding her advice, I met two interesting folks last night, one of whom turned out to be a fisherman with a gift for poetry (“Beto” – oh, no, not another ‘Bob’). He invited me out fishing with one of his local friends (Max) and I decided to take the next day off to do absolutely nothing. Nothing in this case meant getting a ride on the backs of two 40-50 ft. whales in a 17 foot boat. I can assure you that humility is the largest mammal in the world pushing you backward with its lip. The video still doesn’t do the moment justice, but it comes damn close.
Oh, maybe the best part of this story is that just moments before I shot this video, Max turned to Beto and me, and said, “Have I ever told you that my real name [no joke] is Jonah?” WTF? Are you kidding me…?