It’s been a while since I have lived in California. I do miss the place. In my earlier years, I resided in Dana Point, being that California was a perfect place to pursue a professional surfing career. Although I’m quite comfortable at home in the Caribbean, I do reminisce on those camping trips south of the border. I remember my first Baja experience to La Fonda, where, although the waves were marginal, we had such a good time it left a deep impression on me. The food, the culture and the whole camping experience is something I can’t forget. And those memories keep fueling the missions we do nowadays.
My friend Mike Townsend lives in Southern California, and has always been a great surf partner. He has been dabbling with photography for quite some time now, and has been talking about these fun spots with no one around that we should hit up together. This past May, there was a streak of good sized south swells marching up the coast with plenty of options. This seemed to be perfect time to rally and head to one of those uncrowded places. At the time, I was headed to California anyway, so I kept a close eye on everything, tracking the storm as it got closer. This is when I decided to let Mike know I was going to be in town and I had a good window to strike this one. As expected, he already had devised a plan to head south of the border.
As luck would have it, we happened to score perfect right hand barrels, the freshest of fish, incredible hospitality, striking sunsets, and wild desert landscapes. Once again, Baja leaves me with that same old feeling.
