Day 7 Guerrero Negro to Bahia De Los Angeles 123 miles.

Day 7  Guerrero Negro to Bahia De Los Angeles  123 miles.

Another beautiful sunny day.  Before we left we took a picture of the Green Angels that are assigned to our group:  Antonio and Israel 

  Most of our group got fuel this morning so we headed out in the lead with about 3 or 4 rigs who also did not need fuel.  It was a beautiful drive, back pretty much the way we came.

Marley checking out the view:

Marley 5 minutes later - bored and already asleep

  A lot of sharp turns and big drop offs, but no coming traffic.  (Trying to take pictures through the windshield is not the best idea though)

Pretty uneventful until we saw a pickup truck coming towards us with a yellow flashing light.  John said "uh oh, I hope that doesn't mean there is a wide load coming".  Sure enough about a 1/2 a mile later we saw a wide load coming toward us.  Now these roads are not big enough for a thin load, much less a wide one.  We alerted all behind us to find a spot to pull over and stop until they passed.  We did not have any where to pull off, so we got as far to the right as we could.  I don't think we could have passed a peso between us and that truck, it was that close.  Don't have a picture of that - too scared to move to get the camera!

John keeping an eagle eye on the road

We went through another military check point.  There was a jeep with soldiers aboard and I was able to get a good picture this time:

How would you like to see that coming at you on the road!!

The high light was when the Sea of Cortez came into view.  It was so beautiful, we had to pull over and get some shots.

Shortly thereafter our next landmark (the Sail Monument) came into view and we knew we had arrived:

We are camped right at the edge of the Sea of Cortez and it is beautiful.   The beach in front of our rig

We all pulled out our lawn chairs as soon as we arrived at 1pm. 

In the picture above you can see our geo-cache friends - Riley is holding a red bowl and Karen is sitting in front of him. 



We took a long walk on the beach along which are many beautiful small conch shells.  Here you can see out foot prints.  We walked so far you can no longer see the campers lined up in the background.

As we walked, this injured seagull followed along.  He had a broken wing and walked a long time with us.  I was wishing I had something to feed him:

We came across what was once a beautiful small hotel on the beach:

And a pretty restaurant that was open:

We had dinner at a local restaurant (not the one above) and then watched pelicans fish as the sun went down