Wednesday March 28, 2007 Hello, my name is Phil Lublin. Joel has asked me to be a guest author and write a journal for today.
We arose to a wonderfull sunny day, like so many in the Baja. I think after having spent a week in much cooler weather with lots of wind we were all ready to move on to San Felipe.
All seemed normal until I checked my tire pressure. Wow! down to 35 pounds. What a shock. That seemed to hit us all. Now what. Parked on a beach with no way of getting air. Joel and I walked down the beach and asked the fellow from another motorhome if he could help us out. Sure enough he had an air line and was able to fill the tire. We decided that another tire shop visit was in order. On to Costco in Ensenada. Lots of room to park. Joel and I then began the search for a tire shop. We got the coach there and it was another Mexican experience.We left to grab lunch and returned to find them spashing soapy water on the tire. But it was still on the coach. After some discussion, the tire was removed and taken of the rim. No problem on the inside or out. A new valve was in order. Some pesos changed hands and we were back to hook up and get on the delayed trip to San Felipe.
After we got out if the city the road seemed better than most. We wound our way through a mountainous section. Then into a beautiful valley. It wasn't long before we had to play " dodge the potholes". The road was terrible. The coaches were all over the road. Thank goodness for very little traffic. After three hours we pulled of the road for a brake. Joel said it felt like we had driven six hours, he was beat. My lower back was sore and I wasn't sure if I had any fillings left in my teeth. After a quick break we moved on. It was soon going to be dark. The balance of the ride was better.
In town there is a series of traffic circles. Joel was a bit ahead and we missed which way he went. Once around the circle and we found him. Lucky for us. Louise did a wonderfull job of directing us to a campground.
Drink in hand, Joel and I wondered off to check out the beach. All of a sudden, we see this pick-up truck drive down the beach. It was dark already. It seemed like he was driving right into the wter. There must have been a sand bar there. He drove right to a boat that was sitting there. We heard a roar from the truck engine and he was coming up the beach. The tires were spinning and we could not believe our eyes. He was dragging the boat through the sand. The boat appeared to be at least 30 feet long. Crazy Mexican.
The next stop was a nearly empty campground right next door. We saw a very expensive four seat, Corvettte powered off road machine. Being guys we had to go look at it up close. We met three interesting Mexican people from San Diego, California. They had a small campfire going and great tunes playing. After joking with them for a while. We decided to go back. Our drinks were gone and the ladies had no idea where we were.
Soon supper was on the table and we enjoyed another wonderfull meal prepared by our brides.
Great food, laughter and good friends. Soon we were all tired and ready for bed. We said our goodnites and went off to bed thinking of the next days experiences.
Well, as you all can see, I can be long winded. This writing was at Joel's insistance. After seeing this he may never ask me to do it again. It has been fun writing this.
To all that read this. May someday you have the oppourtunity to follow your dreams and enjoy what the world has waiting for you.
Good health and safe travel.
Phil Lublin
We arose to a wonderfull sunny day, like so many in the Baja. I think after having spent a week in much cooler weather with lots of wind we were all ready to move on to San Felipe.
All seemed normal until I checked my tire pressure. Wow! down to 35 pounds. What a shock. That seemed to hit us all. Now what. Parked on a beach with no way of getting air. Joel and I walked down the beach and asked the fellow from another motorhome if he could help us out. Sure enough he had an air line and was able to fill the tire. We decided that another tire shop visit was in order. On to Costco in Ensenada. Lots of room to park. Joel and I then began the search for a tire shop. We got the coach there and it was another Mexican experience.We left to grab lunch and returned to find them spashing soapy water on the tire. But it was still on the coach. After some discussion, the tire was removed and taken of the rim. No problem on the inside or out. A new valve was in order. Some pesos changed hands and we were back to hook up and get on the delayed trip to San Felipe.
After we got out if the city the road seemed better than most. We wound our way through a mountainous section. Then into a beautiful valley. It wasn't long before we had to play " dodge the potholes". The road was terrible. The coaches were all over the road. Thank goodness for very little traffic. After three hours we pulled of the road for a brake. Joel said it felt like we had driven six hours, he was beat. My lower back was sore and I wasn't sure if I had any fillings left in my teeth. After a quick break we moved on. It was soon going to be dark. The balance of the ride was better.
In town there is a series of traffic circles. Joel was a bit ahead and we missed which way he went. Once around the circle and we found him. Lucky for us. Louise did a wonderfull job of directing us to a campground.
Drink in hand, Joel and I wondered off to check out the beach. All of a sudden, we see this pick-up truck drive down the beach. It was dark already. It seemed like he was driving right into the wter. There must have been a sand bar there. He drove right to a boat that was sitting there. We heard a roar from the truck engine and he was coming up the beach. The tires were spinning and we could not believe our eyes. He was dragging the boat through the sand. The boat appeared to be at least 30 feet long. Crazy Mexican.
The next stop was a nearly empty campground right next door. We saw a very expensive four seat, Corvettte powered off road machine. Being guys we had to go look at it up close. We met three interesting Mexican people from San Diego, California. They had a small campfire going and great tunes playing. After joking with them for a while. We decided to go back. Our drinks were gone and the ladies had no idea where we were.
Soon supper was on the table and we enjoyed another wonderfull meal prepared by our brides.
Great food, laughter and good friends. Soon we were all tired and ready for bed. We said our goodnites and went off to bed thinking of the next days experiences.
Well, as you all can see, I can be long winded. This writing was at Joel's insistance. After seeing this he may never ask me to do it again. It has been fun writing this.
To all that read this. May someday you have the oppourtunity to follow your dreams and enjoy what the world has waiting for you.
Good health and safe travel.
Phil Lublin