It had been too long since my last visit to glorious Mexico, where I spent way too much time when I should have been in school. Despite a frightening run-in with notoriously corrupt Federallis, we made it to Ensenada the night before the race and had a laugh with the team.
Morning came all too soon, and it was time to pack up the trucks. The team, which included my younger sister, hit the desert in preparation for pit emergencies before the race even began, and would follow the race roughly 1200+ km down the coast to La Paz. Meanwhile, Dad and copilot Dean Hilbert lined up the truck in the festive Centro. In a dried up river bed, we watched them peel out to a great start and the adventure began.
A comfortable jaunt up the coast to one of my favorite places!
La Fonda is positioned half way between Ensenada and Rosarito, on a cliff overlooking a secluded section of the Pacific near the K57 Surf Spot. We enjoyed a delicious meal and a miraculous sunset over the water. These things may be readily available in California, but an isolated beach, a legal beer and a man circling you in his flying contraption while waving hello are certainly not.
The border was a mess but worth the wait. My father placed well in the race and is safe and sound. The team is full of crazy stories and none of them will ever be the same. That's the Baja 1000 for you, and I'm happy to have it as a counter-component to the girltastic world of fashion in which I live. No one cares if there's dirt under your fingernails in Mexico.
<3 JG
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