We got on the road early yesterday and had to make the 434 mile or roughly 700 KM journey.  We were warned of the road conditions, especially a 200 mile stretch between Cataviña and Guerrero Negro where we had heard stories of accidents, tires popping, axles breaking, cars being forced off the road to avoid a head on collision with others swerving in their lane to avoid hitting a pothole.  We were nervous, maybe even a little scared to make this journey.  To get to our destination we also had to drive over two harrowing mountain ranges along Baja Highway 1, where for some reason the people who constructed the narrow highway felt that they didn’t need any shoulders or guardrails. We were on high alert the whole way and knew we had to drive extra slow since we were pulling our boat. Nothing could have prepared us for the wicked potholes we encountered and some you couldn’t see until you were right up on top of them. Dave was a saint and drove the whole way. Once we hit Guerrero Negro, the roads were so much better and we both let out a sigh of relief.

There were miles and miles of burning arid desert, beautiful but desolate as a moon, then we crossed into Baja Sur and the landscape looked completely different, it reminded me of the less arid Arizona desert.  The mountains, rock formations, the cacti, the blue sky, everything was beautiful and mesmerizing. By the time we reached our destination we were exhausted and thoroughly rattled.  We got the boat parked and unloaded the car and carried everything up to the second floor.  Miles found a great hiding place underneath the couch.  It really was a rough day but we woke up well rested to a beautiful sunrise. We are happy that this will be our home for the next 2 months.  We can’t wait to explore Southern Baja.

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