Baja Bound (Part 10)

This entry is part 10 of 23 in the series Baja Bound

April 14, 2023

By Simon J. Lau

I left for Bahía Concepción this morning and had my first real encounter with farm animals on the highway. Everyone on the forums talks about this as a road hazard, but until now I’d only seen the aftermath. This time it was a pack of goats, alive and wandering along the roadside instead of dead after a collision.

Upon arriving, I checked into Baja Glamping, a serene spot right on the bay. The property is managed by Francesca, a native San Diegan, and her brother. It’s simple but welcoming, with hammocks under the palms, desert hills in the distance, and just enough comfort to make it feel special without losing the sense of being out in nature.

My sleeping quarters are a vintage Airstream, shiny on the outside and warm and cozy on the inside. There’s a small kitchenette, a bed tucked neatly along the wall, and windows that frame the water. I liked it so much I’ve already extended my stay an extra day.

They had a lot of animals on the property, starting with Trixie, the dog. She showed up in front of my Airstream, tail wagging and eyes fixed on me as I put away my bags. I could tell immediately she was very sweet.

When I set out for the beach and then toward dinner, Trixie fell in step beside me. She trotted along as if it were her job to see me safely there. Nearly a mile later, we arrived together, and by then she had fully claimed the role of my dinner companion. I couldn’t help but think I’d take her home if I could. 🥰

I ended up at a small fish taco restaurant across the street from the beach, and it turned out to be the best I’ve had in Baja so far. I got greedy and added a shrimp quesadilla to the order, but it was more than I could finish, so I shared the extra with Trixie.

I also had to tend to a small motorcycle repair. On the ride over, I noticed my rear brake lever was bent from the fall the other day. A little muscle was all it took to bend it back into place, and now it’s 💯.

Before heading to bed, I offered Trixie a spot inside the Airstream. I get the sense she’s a stray turned camp dog, more comfortable under the stars than indoors. In the end, she curled up outside for the night instead.

Finally, my route from Loreto to Bahía Concepción (107 km or 66 miles).