Camping in Mexico

We woke at 2:15am. The wind had died down but now it’s back with a vengeance. We try to accept that it is what it is and go back to sleep but a few especially angry gusts cause us to sit straight up. The forecast may say one thing but that doesn’t mean nature will comply. We ponder the best course of action but don’t have many options. Putting the top down on the camper would be ideal but might...

We woke in the middle of the night to 50mph hour gusts and didn’t sleep much after that. A pop-up camper isn’t ideal in windy conditions. The buffeting canvas walls and flexing roof make it impossible to sleep in high winds.  Yesterday when we arrived at this beach we were smitten and immediately unpacked with the hopes that we’d stay for a few days. Then the forecast killed our dreams...

I’m not a morning person but if getting up at first light means getting to watch the sunrise over the ocean while I stand with my bare feet in the sand then I’m in.  It’s our first full day in Mexico and we’re feeling beyond stoked to be back. The pace is slower here and Mark & I feel so much more suited to it vs the pace of achievement & efficiency first, rest & enjoyment later...

We’re finally packed and ready to cross the border. I can’t help but ask myself over and over, do we have everything we need? I’m pretty certain we’re as ready as we can be but as we approach the border my heart starts to race. All the barbed wire and warning signs aren’t helping. And then just like that we’re in Mexico. I feel my awareness of my surroundings heighten yet my anxiety vanishes...

In December we moved out of our tiny home on wheels (our toy hauler) and in to our tinier home on wheels (our utility trailer) to spend 2-3 months camping on the beautiful beaches of Baja California, Mexico. Since then I’ve found myself committing to a daily routine of writing and recapping each day of our trip. At first I started writing as a way to preserve the memories for Mark & I...

After spending a night in Los Barriles, it was time to say goodbye to our travel companions and begin the journey back North. While Seth & Drea had another entire month to bask in all that is good and wonderful about Baja, we, on the other hand, had to be back in the states in 9 days time. We didn’t NEED 9 days to get back to the border but we like to travel slow, allowing ourselves the...

The start of week four and we had made it to Todos Santos, or “Todos Gringos” as our friends lovingly called it.  I’d heard rave reviews of this town for years and was excited to experience it for myself.  A public beach, a couple miles north of town, though populated with several other campers, ended up being our home for five beautiful days.  While this beach didn’t grab me at...

It didn’t take long for me to start contemplating how and when we could make the trip back to Baja next winter.  We now had a taste of what was here and that wasn’t something we would soon, if ever, forget.  The beaches and climate are what drew us in, the food, the people, the slower pace, the lower cost of living, are what have made us feel right at home. With two and a half weeks...

It may sound silly but it wasn’t until Day 9 that this trip felt real.  It had finally sunk in, this wasn’t a dream I was going to wake up from.  I was truly in Mexico, camped steps from the ocean.  The sound of calm seas lapping the shoreline had been putting me to sleep at night and waking me up every morning for the last 9 days.   Over the years, many of our friends have...

Ever since arriving in Mexico it feels as though time has slowed down. From the speed limits to the customer service, nothing happens fast around here. Mark & I always feel as though we’re moving at a slower pace than the rest of the world around us so we immediately felt right at home. While I’m still digesting and acclimating to the wonder of this trip, I wanted to share with...