Camped here the previous night, watched bats fly into the very tall antenna Robert Hoover had on his bus. Tuned Brian’s bus, drank beer, watched out for the blister wasps. Retired to my bus, read QWK packets of e-mail, smashed bugs that got through the screens.
From here we drove south. Very hot. Very desolate. Eventually it was determined that Robert the Younger would tow Brian’s wayward VW bus using a spare tire as a buffer since we had no tow chain/rope.
Great shot. We’re spread out and communicating via CB radio. Heading towards a junction with a large gas station and maybe a mechanic. And a junkyard. Not a lot of company in July in Baja.
Doing some banking.
It being July, we pretty much had the place to ourselves. Took a shower. One of the all-time great showers. It felt so good to get cleaned up. Nice little town.