San Ignacio --> Ciudad Constitución --> almost home, I swear!

 

So close!  But slowing down more and more as we get further south. Baja lulls. Everything about it seems to whisper patience. Deserts are in no rush; the waves that have been rolling for time immemorial will continue to do so forever; the rocky escarpment of the Sierras stands infinite + proud; + the sun keeps rising + shining regardless of my little human agenda.  
We stayed at the RV park/hotel/restaurant Rice & Beans in San Ignacio.  We've stopped here for some excellent meals in the past but this time we were happy to have a sweet, level spot to just stop and sleep.  

The long stay in Greensboro while we fixed the hub ate into Max's PTO so he set up this little "office" to catch up before having to jump back into professional life.  Not a bad cubicle, honestly.  
Luca enjoyed these stairs to nowhere.  Though, not as much as he enjoyed chatting with the chickens on the other side of the fence up the hill.  He just needed to find the proper stairs to get there lol
I think we can all guess what happened here.  There is no way we weren't going to make friends with all the loose animals who crossed our path.  There ended up being quite a few here and I'm guessing one was in heat from the cat cries, yowls, + fights that kept me up most of the night.  (Totally our fault for feeding them so heartily just outside the trailer.)

Now, it's been years since I worked for our company doing electrical work, so I am admittedly a little rusty.  But this just does not look up to code to me.  

Ready to hit the road south! (I am totally unsure why LZ is glowing from his hand.  I'm not 100% familiar with exactly what changes teen boys go through, tbh.)

I did not, nor do I ever, get good photos of The Devil's Grade.  It is where the eastern escarpment of the Sierras drops 1100 feet sharply and curvaceously to the Sea.  I am usually taking deep breaths and clutching something and not documenting. Once, in the schoolbus, we came around a switchback to find a semi stopped completely in the lane.  Thank heavens there was no oncoming traffic so we didn't have to try slamming on the brakes and stopping in time. The good news is the views truly are spectacular and in the end you find water!

We made it into the Sea!  In all the excitement, not many pics were taken, hence including this derpy one. 😊 The water was incredibly shallow for a great distance and a little crowded for us (i.e. 5 or 6 other families there) so we decided not to make camp.  

While grabbing a quick snack from the trailer before heading back out I noticed one of the shells was still inhabited!  So sorry little one; back to the Gulf you go!

As with most of these lovely towns, we did not venture in to explore.  Firstly, it feels rude as a tourist to just pop in to see the place during a pandemic.  I do want to spend tourist dollars, but secondly, the truck + trailer are rough to navigate down these little streets and we'd already come close to getting it stuck while trying to get me to water in a tiny town on day 1.  Here, we ended up stopping to look at their gorgeous coast and moved on.

Well, moved on after checking out (and then posing with)  this elaborate shrine.


Another gratuitous mountain/desert shot for your quiet enjoyment :)



We ended up stopping in Ciudad Constitución for the night.  We wanted to approach our land early in the day so we practiced yet more patience and put arrival off another night.  But we met two very sweet pups who were even sweeter after Max cooked them sausage in the outdoor kitchen. 

 
This old Mama dog appreciated some one on one attention.  


Rise and shine!  Time to hit the road!  Oh but wait!  Luca has math class and Max has a conference call.  Guess we better settle in for a bit.  

Contemplated taking a shower in the stalls on the other side of this bathhouse, but after Max fiddled with the on-demand hot water heater for 10 minutes, we realized the huge propane cylinder was empty.  Rather than figuring all that out with the owner, we decided to just hook the trailer up and shower in there. 

 
Luca learning more about exponents.  And drinking coffee and vibing.  One might think 'this is the life'.

Conference calls have never been so good!


I thought this broken down, yet cheery, wheelbarrow was fun.  

Disclaimer: Max does not drink and drive or anything totally stupid like that.  But when we stopped to make food and have a bathroom break, the most solitude M could find was right there in the driver's seat reading DailyKos on his phone and drinking a cold beer.  We know it is cold by the five fingered koozie he made out of one of our gloves.  We classy.  
















































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