Scenes from rural Baja California, Mexico.

There’s a stretch of Highway 1, just south of El Rosario, where the road curves inland and begins to switchback up the foothills into the high desert. We had a family rule of not driving in baja at night because of methed out truckers, bandits, corrupt policeia / federales, and poorly lit bad roads. But on this trip, we pushed our luck. I think we were trying to get pretty far south without wasting too many nights, and as we’d already passed most of the easily accessible beach camp grounds, we figured we’d try to get to Cataviña.

As we rounded a sharp corner in David’s manual transmission ‘95 Toyota single cab pickup, we were greeted by semi truck headlights about 3 feet into our lane. My broski managed to maneuver the truck between the semi and the blasted wall of mountain pressed right up against our side of the highway, with little to no shoulder. No honk from the semi, no hiss of the air brakes... I dont even think the pinche skante warrior even noticed us.

Thanks for saving our lives Davidos!