March 2 Catavina to
Guerrero Negro - 146 miles. Woke to a
beautiful sunny day. Not a cloud in the
sky. We had a beautiful drive to
Guerrero Negro - translated as Black Warrior.
The town gained its name after a Hawaiian whaling ship of that name sunk
in the harbor i 1858. The lagoon is
named after Charles Melville Scammon.
The majestic grey whale which returns here each winter to breed and bear
its young were nearly rendered extinct during the late 1800's. The whales now number over 20,000. The region is also the largest producer of
industrial salt in the world.
We had a nice drive here today. It was beautiful all day, and many of the
roads were wider. Unfortunately for one
of our fellow travelers, they got too close to the side of the road trying to
make room for an 18 wheeler. They hit an
outcropping of rock that tore off their steps and caused a lot of damage down
the side of their rig. But being true rv'ers, they just tossed the broken step
in the rig and continued on with the trip! Here we all are inspecting the damage:
Traveling with us are two Green Angels. They are skilled in rv repair, and are paramedics. Here is the rig they are traveling in:
Traveling with us are two Green Angels. They are skilled in rv repair, and are paramedics. Here is the rig they are traveling in:
We saw some interesting rock formations along the way. It kind of looked like a glacier had gone
through and piled up the rocks. But I
don't think the glaciers went this far south.
We passed another military check point, but this time we did
not get boarded. John got a picture of
one of the soldiers though:
you can almost see the weapon he has on his back.
We went through an agricultural check point also. They were looking for potatoes and oranges
(although the only rig they asked was the lead rig - so we got to keep
ours!). Then they sprayed the
undercarriage of each rig with an insecticide (supposedly - looked like water
and there was no chemical smell). For
that mandatory service, we each had to pay 20 pesos.
We crossed the 28th parelle which marked the beginning of Baja Sur. We are now roughly half way down the 1000 mile Baja peninsula. Although we have been traveling south all the time, we have crossed into Mountain Time and have to set our watches one hour ahead!
Along the way there was a small group of wild burros:
The campground is kind of tight. We had to try two campsites before we found
one long enough for us to fit into. Once
we got inside to set up, this is what we found in the closet:
We had hit a couple big bumps in the road, but this is the
first time ever all the clothes jumped off the pole!!
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