San Felipe, Mexico, November 17-20, 2004
To blow off a little steam, I accepted an
invitation from my good friends Mark and Maggie
to hook up with them in San Felipe, Mexico around the
time of the Baja 500. San Felipe is about
four hours southeast of San Diego, on the Gulf of
I had a very nice dinner with Mark and Maggie and their
friends from Vermont. We jammed and listened to music and
the food and company was great.
The next day, Mark, Maggie, and their friends went on
a long 4WD trip, and unfortunatly, I could not follow in the
Van. However it turned out to be Mexican Independence day,
and there was a really nice parade in San Felipe, and I
sipped Mexican beer as I watched it. Later in the day
I found this nice place to camp for $10/night. There
was one other couple on the beach about 100 yards from me.
I bought a bunch of Fireworks and had a fun time
shooting them off and drinking beers and cooking
dinner with the sound of the ocean nearby.
There was an interesting, if somewhat sad story that occurred that
afternoon as I was making camp.
I was sitting there watching the sunset and this Jeep Grand Cheroke
came racing down the mud flats at low tide. As they were driving by, right
in front of my camp, about 50 yards out in the flats, they got stuck in the mud.
It was a bunch of teenagers, but they went and got their mom and dad, about 6 ATV's
and a Chevy truck to try to liberate the Jeep.
I watched as the sun set and despite all their best efforts they were
unable to free the vehicle. They really messed up by not taking the
situation more seriously while there was light (and low tide), sitting around
talking instead of using putting their backs into the effort.
Never once did they simply try pushing while someone spun the tires.
They kept breaking nylon ropes, getting the ATV's stuck in the mud, and so on,
and also never considered trying to find and enlist the aid of someone with
a more appropriate vehicle with, for instance, a winch, of which there must
have been dozens in town due to the Baja 500 race.
Anyways, they never got it out and I watched as the tide came in and engulfed it ...
sigh ... I glimpsed it at the early-morning low tide and it was up to it's doors
in the mud (sinking apparently as the mud underneath was softened by each subsequent
high tide). When I left town at about 10:00 am on Sunday it was high-tide again
and there was no sight of it ...