Today marks one week since we’ve been in California and, if everything goes smoothly, today is the day we cross into Mexico! It has been a week of organizing and making last minute purchases for the van before we set off.
Our next spot was La Ticla, a two hour drive south from Pascuales. La Ticla is a small town with an amazing wave. A wide muddy river feeds into the ocean here, creating both lefts and rights over cobblestones and sand. On south swells the lefts work while the rights turn on during those winter north swells.
… the five of us decided to drive six hours south to a spot called Pascuales for a few days. Pascuales – when itʻs on – is a huge, heaving, death barrel similar to Puerto Escondido. Itʻs a big beachbreak that closes out more often than not, but guys still charge it.
The party had apparently been going for an entire week but we were here to catch the finale. Inebriated cowboys guided their horses to stomp and keep time with music in a kind of equine ballet. Big brass bands played music as a parade winded though the streets… People in San Poncho can really party.
Hola real world! Itʻs been awhile since weʻve had Wi-Fi (about a month to be more precise) and a lot has happened in the blackout. To start, youʻve decided to elect an angry orange for president, making it very awkward to be an American in Mexico at the moment.
Waking up in a van in Mexico is pretty surreal. Waking up and realizing youʻre in Mexico and a hurricane is coming your way just plain sucks. The last hurricane to strike Baja (just a couple weeks before) did a number on Los Cabos. This time the storm was headed to northern Baja, aka right where we woke up. This was a day of driving: as far south as we could get.