One Hundred and Twenty Two days after foot removal. People never get old amigos. We heal so slowly after the age of 50. After a very slow start on healing it appears I am over the hump. At todays appointment the Wound Care Doctor looked at the stump again after not seaing it last week because I was in mako-ville getting lots of vitamin sea. So here’s the word!
He told me to hurry back to Baja. Told me that whatever I was doing was working. He again used a hormone growth product and will look at it again next week. I was asked to come back next Thursday and then get out of DODGE for a week or so. HaHa, back to Baja on the 6th of July. LUCKY ME.
After taking moore tests, and checking all results he had only good things to report. TWO weeks ago he estimated that the stump was 40% healed. TODAY he told me we were over the 50% mark and maybe as much as 65%. He is pretty sure I will be ready for my prosthetic in AUGUST. Let the good times roll. Baja here I come again.
So in getting ready for the future I just got in a pair of canes. Feels funny to use them with one foot, but when the new foot gets here I will have built up some muscle memory. Two canes and only one foot is awkward and slow but very stable. And that should make it easier to relearn how to balance and walk upright again.
SOON I will be healed enough to get the foot WET, that means I can get on the water in the kayak finally. The Doctor did tell me about a bag I can tape up around the leg for a few hours at a time so I might give that a trial on My next trip to paradise. Let the good times roll.
Speaking of good times. The halibut Tourney at San Quintin was AGAIN won by Mr. Rossman. This year he had the only two halibut weighed in. He also caught a larger bone fish. Congratulations to Ross. Next year we will move the Tournament to mako-ville and open it to ALL fish except sharks and rays.
For those of you who follow me, I have treat for YOU coming this weekend. So keep your eyes open, it is about a rare sighting that happened in mako-ville on FATHERS Day. Sea you all soon. And remember Baja can heal all aspects of your life, if you let her. Tight Lines amigos.
Today is 43 days post amputation. Surgeon finally decided the healing was going too slow. He is sending me to The Center for Wound Care & Hyperbaric Medicine in Carlsbad. This treatment program should speed back up the healing process. That is the hope anyway. Time will tell.
Tomorrow I should get a start date and moore information about their program. Someone said it could take 6 weeks, which I sincerely hope not. I should know moore by the end of the week. Thank you all for your support. Baja is calling so loudly I can hardly stand it. Tight Lines amigos.
The hiccups have started, hiccup! Not feeling well. Too much food? Indigestion? You ask your self what is going on, why me? Each hiccup can be explosive. You feel them in your diaphragm. The lower back and ribs contract with each and every one. You ask when are they going to stop. They hurt little the first few hours. All you want is for them to stop. Days later they will give you no rest, day or night. On and on they keep marching into your miserable life.
You try drinking water up side down. You breath in a paper bag. Someone suggests peanut butter. You give it a try. Holding your breath, rapid breathing nothing seems to slow them down.
Nothing seems to work, they just keep coming. You sneeze, they are gone for a minute or two. Then back with a vengeance. You go to bed that 1st night, hoping they will disappear in your sleep. Good luck with that.
What sleep? Did not happen. EVERYTHING hurts with each hiccup. Its 5 am and the dawn of a new day. You view the sunrise and hope for a better day. 26 hours have passed.
You have been in paradise for a week of a planned two-week fishing venture. Baja is warm and inviting as the sun rises. The hiccups continue, it is now day two, at 8 in the morning. 30 hours and counting. Decision time.
Leave Gonzaga or tough it out. Lucky my friends made the decision for me. By 9 am we were on our way back to So. Cal. Thank you Dave and Robert. Very wise of you, to get me home.
I would have chosen to stay in my beloved Baja. By 3 pm we arrived in Vista Ca. at Tri City Hospital. The hiccups continued all the way to the hospital. There is no cure for the lowly hiccup. Old wives tails but no cure. Lot’s of advice but no cure. Maybe Karma can help? I hope so.
Day three, all lab work ups are back. Hiccups, yes you got them. Infected foot, still infected. Diabetes under control. Yep your still have the hiccup contractions.
Very fitful sleep, hiccup, hiccup. Non stop 24 hours a day. OUCH. They put me on anti biotic for the infection. Thorazine for the hiccups, not helping. I ask the doctor for something else. He said sorry, tough it out. No trip to Gonzaga for him. His karma level is low, as is his be side manner.
Day 7, 6 am, I waken to no hiccups, An hour later they are back. hiccup, burp, hiccup. Will it never end? Last night I finally got some sleep for a few hours. Maybe, I can only hope. Hiccups be gone, please?
Day 9, hiccup, hiccup, hiccup. 11 am they are gone for 3 hours, I hold my breath. 5 pm they are back for about 10 minutes. Gone again. I get a GREAT nights sleep. Maybe the end is in sight?
There was no DAY 10, they have left the universe. Gone, disappeared, but NOT forgotten. Will they return? Time will tell. No idea where they went. Glad they are gone, but for how long?
Maybe tomorrow, or next week, or never. No body know, why they come into our lives. Where or why they leave is a mystery too. For a while they were my friends. They let me KNOW I was alive. Do I or will I miss them? Maybe not, they ruined a trip to Baja. And now I have to take anti biotic every day for 2 months.
Baja at New Years is calling. Foot, please heal up fast, infection BE GONE for good this time. Gonzaga calls every morning and night. 57 days and counting. All because of my friend the lowly HICCUP. Some friends you keep close. Others like the hiccup are best kept at arm’s length. YES they made me feel alive, but my ribs are still sore a week after they disappeared. Good bye amigos, with luck we will not soon meet again.
In the mean time I will work on my KARMA levels. Karma is key to most things in life. Good Karma and health go hand in hand.
Fifteen of us will be in mako-ville starting Saturday 14 October. Some will stay a few days, some a week and others will be there the whole two weeks. All most all of us would like to be there longer. In my case living in Baja FOREVER would work.
The weather is forecast to be nice. Day temps 80’s- low 90’s, nights in the 70’s which will feel cold to some so bring a sweater or jacket. Sunday afternoon will be the HIGHEST winds of the trip, 15-17 mph. The rest of the trip winds should be 5-10 mph. Just enough to keep most of the bugs at bay.
Two weeks ago there were millions of butterfly’s all over the desert. At one time I counted over a hundred in front of and following the quad. The desert was alive with them. At night the little moths or millers show up, attracted to light. Even the light of the moon bouncing off your face will attract them. No-sea-ums will be in the moist beach sands. Bring Cortisone 10 to releave the itching.
We watched yellowtail feeding here last year. We even caught some from the beach. For the big roosters you have to go here.
The bigger roosters were at the island last year. This year who knows where they will be found. I do know there were schools of 20-40 pounders on OUR beach two weeks ago.
Time to launch. Time to fish, Time to recharge your batteries. TIME TO LIVE. Sea you all soon. Tight Lines amigos. Paradise here WE come.
Fly fishing in Baja can be AWESOME. But what flys do you bring and why? It kinda depends on the fish you are targeting, AND what they are eating. When I catch a keeper, I will gut and gill it. This serves two purposes. Fresher fish for dinner, and I then know what it was feeding on.
As a fisherman we have all heard many times, MATCH the HATCH. I sometimes find myself casting a 4-5-6 inch Popper, Streamer or Game Changer fly, and not getting hit. But by changing my fly and down sizing to a 2 inch Clouser or Deciever my luck changes. Why, because most of the local fish were feeding on micro bait. Matching the hatch works. That is until a Rooster fish comes roaming in chasing 9 inch mullet.
In the Gonzaga area in the month of OCTOBER most of the bait is micro bait. This is what most fish are keying on. You want to keep most your flys 1-3 inches in length. Some tied full and some tied sparsely. Match the hatch. Color can matter, carry a set of color markers, and use as needed. Match the hatch.
Rods and reels are a very personal subject, others can chime in on this topic, all I will say is that CHEAP tackle will always cost you fish, and tackle too.
I love fly fishing the beaches on foot and the shallows in a kayak. NOTHING makes my heart beat faster than seeing a Cabrilla take a popper in 5 feet of water. I know two things, he will rock me, and my dreams that night will keep me mentally ready to do it all over the next day.
Yellowtail and Orange Mouth Corvina are caught off the beaches, Roosters too. And for some reason the yellows do not seem to rock you, Why I do not know but most of then get landed from the beach. Sometimes a larger3-4-5 inch fly works from the beach, why? Might be that there are a few larger sardines in the area. Again match the hatch.
Going offshore you could get Skipjack, Sierra mackerel, Yellowtail, Jacks, Dorado, Rooster fish and MAYBE even a Marlin. Enjoy the bounty of the Sea of Cortez and please release those fish not destined for dinner. Thank you and Tight Lines amigos.
The California sea lion is an amazing animal. Aquatic predators of a high order, they can maneuver in the water as gracefully as a seasoned and agile dancer can work the stage. Yet, the sea lion operates in one more dimension than a dancer and does so for the entirety of its adult life. When in the eye of the public and whether on the shore, in the ocean or at one of the many marine life entertainment parks around the world, their puppy-dog eyes and acrobatic display of physical skill and balance captivate millions. Scuba divers have remarked on their agility while having opportunity to see them fully in their element; under the ocean’s surface.
One of my diving friends, a commercial urchin fisherman, says when asked, that his most terrifying underwater occurrence in over twenty years of diving several times a week was at the Channel Islands. Working off a hookah, or pump-supplied air by compressor and hose, the Channel Islands were a dangerous place to dive. With strong currents and immense kelp beds that lay down on the line, some of the most productive spots meant diving in hazardous conditions. Not to mention the sharks. But then, there is also the comical sea lion.
One current-swept day, while working a reef in 80 feet of water and in low-visibility conditions with hook and bag (the “hook” a long curved apparatus not unlike a Jai Alai Pala yet made of non-corrosive metal fashioned to gather the spiny sea urchins, and the“bag”, a netted sack with a collapsed float ball attached so as to “float” the catch from the air supply when the bag is full) a shape suddenly emerged into his field of view, rushed straight at him in the murky depths and turned at the last second before colliding with him head on.
As the shape swam upwards afterward toward the sunlit surface, my friend only saw then that it was a large male sea lion. It was just a matter of a few seconds that a blur in the distance became a menacing shape in his face. As the sea lion rose, it slowed to a drifting ascent, turned back and looked at him (in his words) and laughed. It was just another joke for the seemingly gregarious sea lion and a nearheart-stopping event for my brave friend.
California Sealions are opportunistic feeders, devouring what they can catch that fits their diet consisting mostly of anchovies, sardine, whiting, mackerel, rockfish and market squid. It is not known how long California sea lions live in the wild, but in captivity they may live up to 24 years. Their age can be determined by extracting a canine tooth after they die. They are known as“dogs” among many of the fishermen due to the males (Bulls) barking and they are called “lobos” (Wolves) in Mexico. The sea lion has become accustomed to humans fishing and are attracted especially by the larger vessels using chum to liven up the fishing for their clientage.
A large yellowtail or white sea bass worn out from a fight has little chance of escaping a big dog and the angler has little option but to watch a prized catch be taken and thrashed apart while the sea lion devours the easy meal. Normally, a yellowtail is too fast for a sea lion to attempt to feed on, but once hooked and fought it is lot of protein for little effort for the opportunistic pinniped. Sea lions know now that man is another option in the fishery for food, with all his chummed bait and attracted game-fish. Sadly, this battle has been going on for decades and it is not uncommon to find wounded or dead sea lions from bullets, gaffs and even arrows. In spite of the hefty fine and punishment for harassing the protected sea lion in any way, some still choose to harm them in frustration.
The sea lion is protected, but far from endangered. Their numbers have increased more than five-fold since the Marine Mammal Protection Act of 1972, when their population was estimated at about 50,000 animals on the California coast. Now, they number over 300,000 and are becoming a nuisance in many areas. Docks are over-crowded and they have become increasingly protective and even aggressive in the past few years. On April 5th, a man posing for a picture while holding up a fish on a boat at dock in Mission Bay was attacked by a 300-pound sea lion,hauled over the side and into the water. He was dragged about 20 yards before the animal released him, leaving puncture wounds on his leg.
As per Jeff Laake, Statistician/Biologist, NOAA Alaska Fisheries Science Center; “(California Sea lion) populations cannot increase without limit. We have not had this many sea lions on the coast in recent history due to culling of the population prior to the enactment of the Marine Mammal Protection Act in 1972. The increase in the sea lion population has led to opportunities for the public to see and enjoy them but has also led to conflict with fishermen and boat owners.”
Many sea lions are dying now, with no real answers other than the strong possibility of an accumulative effect of sardine depletion, warming waters, changing conditions and ultimately, starvation. Also, during strong El Nino events, pup production has decreased while pup mortality has increased. In the past few months this early 2015 there have been over 2000 stranded and starving sea lions found on beaches, eclipsing all previous “die-offs”.
This is predicted to be a strong El Nino year, following a weaker one last year. From Mr. Laake: “We weighed pups in Oct and Feb on San Miguel and San Nicolas Island. About 90% of the pups are born on those 2 islands. About 30-40% of the pups did not gain or lost weight. The pups are severely underweight for this time of the year and when they strike out on their own they don’t have the experience or much or any reserve energy to swim, dive and forage effectively, so they strand on beaches or die at sea. We are not seeing much mortality on the islands which is different than 2012/13. Pups typically don’t wean until April-May and there is typically a small spike in stranding in the spring related to weaning.
If the current conditions continue we may start seeing more non-pups strand if they are unable to find enough forage. However, the problem while widespread is not universal. Some females have been able to provide for their pups and maintain their own body condition.”
Most of these starving animals this year are pups less than two-years old, which would indicate a drop in the amount of the smaller fish and squid they feed on after being weaned and a lesser supply of milk while nursing. Females (“Cows”) with nursing pups under 1 year of age forage at sea. The pups fast while the cows hunt for up to five days and if the cow isn’t very successful, both the cow and the pup’s health will become stressed. They nurse their pups for 1 to 2 days and then leave the pup ashore while they return to sea to feed for another 2 to 5 days.
When asked if rescuing the sea lions, feeding them back to health and then releasing them is a good thing for the environment, he stressed that, if left on the beach,they ultimately will die, and potential for unpleasant public interaction is increased. When I asked about “humane” ways to control the population to healthy levels, he replied “I don’t offer opinions on that issue. I did once and my opinion was not well received by some. There is no good way to control the population that would be considered humane these days. I think what we are seeing is natural selection at work now that the population has reached such high levels. It is hard to watch but a fact of life.”
So you are walking down the beach enjoying your morning and you come across a sickly looking sea lion. What to do? Again, from Mr. Laake: “Please stress that they are wild animals and even in their weakened state they can bite and inflict damage. The public should not approach or try to handle these animals. It is against the law and it is dangerous. Instead they should report the stranding.” Information for that can be found at: http://www.westcoast.fisheries.noaa.gov/protected_species/marine_mammals/stranding_maps_and_contacts.html
Note: We have very few “dogs” around mako-ville, and we TRY not to train the ones we have. Tighten your drags and get that fish on board. Tight Lines amigos.
Some claim it as an inherent right, some need to for work, some want it all stopped, and some are just emotional about it. A photo of a smashed least tern chick in its nest at a tern nesting site on a Punta Banda beach, just south of Ensenada, appeared on my Facebook feed (originally from “Pro Esteros, A.C.”). One of the comments below the post pretty much covers the vast majority of the responses:
“Because of this, I insist that nobody should ride any vehicles on the beach. People have no shame”
I understand the sentiment, I truly do, but there is a reality, there is a history, and there is nature itself. There is a catch-all ‘no beach driving’ law in Mexico that is rarely enforced, and then so only in touristy-locales that make up a tiny fraction of the peninsula’s coastline. There are also many small fishing towns that rely on having beach access, as well as communities – as is with the Pabellòn area along Santa Maria Bay, where it is a common vacation practice to enter at Fidel’s and find a private spot along the over 13 miles of dune-bordered beach from Punta Azufrè to Socorro in vehicles ranging from family-filled clunker two-wheel drive sedans to off-road buggies. And the guys in trucks that launch their fishing boats when the waves aren’t too big to do so there on the exposed beach.
Fiesta Island in Mission Bay has a least tern nesting site, as do other sandy points they prefer along parts of most of the bays and estuaries of the Californias. The difference with Fiesta Island, in San Diego, and the rest of the California north of the border, is that you can leave the roadway and drive to the water around most of it. Not true with the rest of the bay, or just about anywhere in the county except for the La Jolla launch that allows folks to drive on the beach at the end of La Playa to launch small craft. There is even a dog park next to the nesting site on Fiesta Island, but the actual nesting site is protectively fenced off for the terns.
Seems like an easy task in Punta Banda; to secure the nesting sites and still allow reasonable access for those launching craft. Same thing with the turtle nesting stretches down south. A bit of hurricane fence and a few bollards and a once a week patrol along with signs promising heavy fines and jail for offenders will go a lot further than sentiment.
That would or could be a start and the ongoing university -sponsored educational programs in ‘turtle country’ (generally between Todos Santos on the Pacific side of Baja California Sur and around to Loreto on the Sea of Cortez side of the state) could be expanded to more rural area school children. If it’s about saving the animals endemic to, or using brooding areas, then actually identify them, secure them and still allow for ‘reasonable access’ and educate the public to ensure the future of those species affected. Otherwise, without some compromise based on marine, estuarine, littoral and every other vein of science involved, providing access routes and actually blocking off the sensitive areas, folks will continue to run stuff over and generally not give a damn.
Though I love the culture and people of rural Mexico, I can also find all kinds of cruelty without turning my head. Two dogs short-tied to posts and left to die on a hot day a couple weeks ago was this month’s highlight. Just 300 freaking yards from a dog rescue. Does anyone actually think just marking a beach, or just riling up folks with a blanket ‘stay off all beaches’ notice, or any other thing than completely blocking access to sensitive areas and imposing heavy fines for those who trespass those areas, will work? Does anyone think folks used to road-killed and mangy, ill-fed pets and seeing graphic details of cartel crime in the news will be crying over a bird nesting site?
Sure, some always do, but those folks won’t be driving on the beaches (much, here in San Quintin, even the most progressive citizens drive on the beach) anyhow. It won’t work in the US; if not enforced and/or blocked, people in the states will run over anything, beach, desert, mountain; doesn’t matter. If public sentiment and posted signs won’t work to keep folks off the beaches in an ‘animal-loving, progressive’ country, relatively speaking, how will it keep them off the beaches in Mexico? You have to block access, as well as allow access, based on science, not emotion. That’s true pretty much anywhere in the world; including the good ol’ US of A. Ignorance makes up a good percentage of any population and Mexico is no exception, yet I could think of many cultures easier to assail over cruelty to animals and humans than Mexico. Picking on my friends south of the border is not the point.
It’s not that there aren’t good animal-loving folks that take great care of their extended families in Mexico, there are many. But, in areas where average earnings of 12 dollars per day draw folks from even more poor rural areas, well, there are a lot of dogs that are simply more tool than ‘family’. They get used as garbage disposals and guards more so than pets. Many are left to run and breed, mange-ridden, starving for proper food and needing vaccinations. Other street ‘apex’ dogs, or those that go home to a food bowl every night and have more fighting strength, look healthier, while yet others are tied close to the house or the gate and used as an alarm or doorbell, apparently depending on the bark, and are often left without shade or water. Most all of them are not spayed, neutered and are yet to receive a vaccine other than, hopefully, the state-sponsored rabies shots available throughout both states on the peninsula. Parvovirus and distemper are common.
That’s a lot of what you see driving around rural Mexico. In the off-handed manner of an old rancher that is much more common in this country’s countryside than a leash and poop-bag dog person of the city, a close friend, upon hearing of the dogs rescued from the fence posts said: “It would have been better to shoot them”. I agreed on the princible of a swift death being preferable to two days of digging their own graves in an attempt to escape the sun, though I thought “Only made necessary because a bullet is cheaper than neutering or spaying, or food, for that matter”. He looked at me and said, as though reading my mind: “No, you should have shot them. The rescue is overfull”.
And that’s a not-too-uncommon demeanor with domesticated pets. In practicality, how concerned might some of these folks be for nesting wildlife?
Nesting sites for all the birds that use the dunes, estuaries and bluffs, marine mammals, the turtles (all three species that nest in Baja Sur) and grunion runs, are all easily accommodated by man-made or natural (sea lions, usually) barriers, or seasonal access. Then, legislation and strict prosecution based on the actuality rather than a free for all with occasional, somewhat ambiguous ticketing of a quad might help.
There are some three-thousand miles of coastline ringing the peninsula, much of it inaccessible to vehicles, but still over a thousand miles of sand that mostly is. Add several fragile ecosystems and diverse cultures, including thousands of working folks that need vehicle access to the beach and tens of thousands of annual Mexican vacationers alone that can’t walk miles to avoid over-crowding one spot. There can, and probably has to be, a balanced approach.
There are places along the Baja Peninsula in both states where the ecological impact of a vehicle on the beach, especially between the tide lines, is relatively nil. There are other areas where vehicular access can be, and often is, devastating. I certainly do not condone general or hap-hazard driving on the beach anywhere, especially those with no grasp of the local biosphere on land or in the water. But there is no catch-all law, enforced or not, that will work without actual physical barriers when dealing with the most destructive animal ever; human-beings. There isn’t enough LE on the peninsula to do it. There is no budget sufficient for it.
Barriers are cheaper than full-time officers and after an initial investment and might be something doable, including maintenance, money-wise. But to just physically halt all driving on all beaches won’t help raise money and it’ll most likely cause a loss of tourism dollars to some coastal areas. Why not mark allowed beach access points, provide barriers, and charge admission to help pay for it? Only where science allows, and close to more populace tourist spots, between season or outside nesting areas. There could also be access limited to rental quad-only (or a seasonal pass with inspection) with part of the rental going to the preservation attempts.
Science allows responsible access to some areas and some with lateral movement up and down the beach. An example would be San Quintin. Anyone driving through the nesting sites in the estuaries and false bays adjacent to San Quintin’s main bay will just get buried in silt before they go a few yards off the path through the sloughs, especially in the preserve that runs between the beachside dunes and the bay along the spit to the launch at Azufrè from Cielito Lindo. The birds choose their nesting sites well there, even so, folks on foot and their animals will sometimes molest them.
When the Sloughs are flooded, the pangeros use the beach on lower tides to get to the point. For the guys in the south valley, the drive up to the Old Mill launch and the extra 14 miles out of the bay and back in is prohibitive in fuel cost alone, plus a couple hours per fishing daylight lost. There are no nesting turtles, no nesting birds, no rookeries or other animals between the tides here other than sand crabs just below the waterline, the scurrying shore birds feeding on them and resting ocean-going birds. Of those, you couldn’t run one of the feeding pipers, observant gulls or postured pelicans over if you tried; they all fly off before any vehicle gets close.
It’s a simple solution, but not as simple as “Stay Off the Beach”. And not easy, considering initial costs and far-flung idealism that seems to overtake any sensitive political/conservational issue. Emotion will only create its counterpart and the animals will remain at risk. As this will heat up and many will make a ton of money in a political battle over a fragile ecosystem, as is always the case in legal forays into the wild, why not nip that inefficient approach in the bud? Instead of emotion from both sides ruling the day, maybe Mexico’s legislature could consider a balanced, more inclusive approach to beach access and protected areas, and at least get those sensitive sites blockaded a.s.a.p., which is the goal, is it not? That might make the lawyers unhappy as they bank on emotion dragging a legal battle on for years and sometimes decades, as has happened north of the border concerning conservation acts, but I’m pretty sure a protective compromise based on science would be a better tact for the birds, turtles and other creatures in danger today.
This is the big trip of the year. Dates are 15-30 October. HOWEVER
I will be in camp from the 15th until the 30th. So some might come starting as early as the 15th.This year because the trip was so popular you can sign up for week one or week two. This will allow for more people to enjoy paradise. Weather and fishing are both at their best in October so start your planning now, most of last years fishermen want to return so………I might limit each week to 15 anglers. Anyone not confirmed please do so now. YES there might still be room for you to sign up. Tight Lines amigos.Anglers are:
This is an annual trip to Asuncion. We leave on the 20th of November to spend Thanksgiving in beautiful Asuncion. Fishing for yellows, world-class calicos, bonita sheephead and corvina. We return 1 December, plan on camping at Rossman’s place, and maybe taking a side trip to Punta Eugenia and or Punta Quebrada to fish and beach camp. Jeff cooks a full spread THANKSGIVING meal for the whole crew, always AWESOME. We get to fish a couple of days before Thanksgiving and then a week after. Normally we leave San Diego early in the morning for the 12 hour drive to Asuncion. Early being a border crossing in TJ at 4-4:30 am. Gets us into Rossman’s place before dark.
John friend of Buddha
This is an open trip, anyone wanting to join us is welcome. You can caravan with us or meet us along the way, leave when you want. Tight Lines amigos.
It appears Gonzaga was hit with, rain, winds and storm surge yesterday. The spit was covered with water, Some of the houses were damaged, The restaurant and hotel were affected too. This coming Tuesday we will check it out in person. Hoping our place in paradise was not affected. But a little fearful for the New House as it is right on the beach.
When you build in Baja anything can happen. That is part of what makes this place an ADVENTURE. When you drive in Baja the same holds true. Stay safe my amigos and enjoy, live the adventure…..and remember life is short enjoy the time you have.