La Ribera and Los Frailes
After Conejo, we decided to get down to the tropics, so we headed south to Los Frailes. Los Frailes is the last (mostly) undeveloped piece of the tip of the Baja peninsula, but it doesn't appear that it will remain that way for long. There is no question that somebody has clearly staked a claim and has big plans, on account of the plethora of private property billboards dotting the landscape. The best part about them is the warning that if you trespass, the INS and the IRS will be notified. Huh? Why would the US tax agency give a hoot about somebody trespassing in Mexico? Why would any US government branch? I guess the war on terror really has changed everything!
But after driving in the dark for a while, we decided to try to find a hotel en-route. As we were beginning to lose hope in the town of La Ribera, we noticed lots of people outside, including Consuela. Consuela said "Mira la luna!" It was the eclipse, and totally news to us. And she invited us to pitch our tents in her yard, saying mi casa su casa. Thank you, Consuela! We're wishing you positive vibes with your estomago surgery!
Bright and shiny the next morning we were on our way to Los Frailes. Los Frailes, for now, is very mellow and undeveloped. We bought Cabrillo from a local fisherman, and once again Greg whipped up a super tasty dinner. Paxson Revel wanted the big red snapper. Who can blame him? But it was 65 pounds and we didn't think we'd be able to eat it all.
A nice Los Frailes moonrise:
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