Around 4am I stepped outside to go to the bathroom and was startled by how close the waves were to the truck. It was pitch black out, thanks to the new moon and zero light pollution, but I could see the white foam atop crashing waves maybe 20\u2019 from the truck. A rogue wave tossed enough water to come within inches of my feet, startling me in my half-asleep state. We\u2019ve camped in this exact spot before and were perfectly safe. But it\u2019s our first night back to beach living and we\u2019d forgotten how much higher the tide gets during a new moon. Before dozing back off we confirmed the tide reached it\u2019s peak and I was grateful to not have taken a surprise bath in my pajamas in the middle of the night. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
After waking just after sunrise, I crack the camper door only to have it fly out of my hand. The wind was howling, the waves were raging, and sand was filling the air. In that moment the memories came flooding back like they were yesterday. Baja isn\u2019t all delectable tacos and magical sunsets. It can also be a wildly relentless and unforgiving environment. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A long walk on the beach, despite the howling wind and blowing sand, was draining and so we take refuge in the camper for hours trying not to question why we choose to live in such a small space. We remind ourselves that transitioning from our larger, more comfortable RV (that we live in the other 3\/4s of the year) is always an adjustment and that no matter what these first few days in Baja will likely be a little uncomfortable. That\u2019s when I recall a great quote sent to me by a good friend\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n