Paula Keezer Outdoor Adventure Girl!

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exposes stretches of rock covered with a green carpet of seaweed reaching out a hundred feet or more from the beach.  Not very good landing or launching places at low tide.  We also keep an eye open for fellow kayakers, checking out their rigs to see if there might be a likely candidate that could help me get my kayak back to Loreto if the winds kick up on Saturday.

 

On returning to the beach we chat with a man by the camper.  It turns out that the woman is his

Baja Yaker:  Returning to the race...

 

It is recon time and we want to get a feel for the campsites on the beach.   Our current landing spot is actually very nice.  The further south we walk along the beach, the low tide

couple that own the kayak setup.  Chatting, it turns out they are wintering in Baja from their usual tour guiding in the Rocky Mountains.  They’ve set up camp for the past three weeks here at El Quemado paddling the islands and hiking in the mountains.  We chat about some of the perils from El Norte and with a quick exhange of ideas come to a nice plan that fills up their pickup trucks tank in return for a trip with my Kayak back to Loreto the next day!

 

Night falls.  Our final pasta dinner is a big hit.   The seas remain flat and I am sooo tempted to load up the kayak and paddle north on this full moon, dead calm sea night.  I mention this to Deb and she makes it clear I wouldn’t even get near the water before she dragged my sorry ass back onto the beach!  Relenting to Deb’s successful trip down the coast, I snuggle into my sleeping bag and enjoy the sounds of a calm sea.

 

By morning it has begun to blow.  Hard boiled eggs for breakfast and I reluctantly pack up my few pieces of gear and Deb and I walk the beach to find her a place to sit out the winds until she can launch for her final 140 miles.

 

El Norte is very much a sea and right on the beach sort of event.  Walk into the brush a mere ten feet and it is calm and hot under the Baja sun.  So it was that Erin, Evan, Deb and I sat chatting the morning away while beach visitors would come and exchange hellos and depart.

 

Deb accompanied me back to Loreto in Erin’s truck and helped unload the yak at Hotel Quinta San Francisco.  It was hard to say our goodbyes as we had such a great time.

 

El Norte blew for several more days.  Deb remained on the beach enjoying good company and fresh fish from a local fisherman.  Deb made it to La Paz in five days of some marathon kayaking (some days as much as 35 miles in a fully loaded yak!).  I returned north to Seattle and it took a good day to get from Mexican time to Seattle time.  Would I do this again?  You bet!

 

So, if you  have an adventurous spirit, then, pick a place, have a few alternative plans for when you arrive, then, just go and let it happen! 

grandmother and she only speaks german.  She had no idea what we were saying in either Spanish or English (dah).  The man warns us that there have been items stolen on the beach recently and we should be careful.

 

We pull our kayaks on to the beach and north behind some rocks for privacy.  Nick nameing this part of the beach ‘dog pooh’ beach we spend a few minutes cleaning up the camp area we have selected. It looks like this area of the beach is used by the camp sites for walking their K9 friends.  Ah well, back to civilization.  Still, the beach is fairly clean as the very high tides wash the sands every couple of weeks.

 

Its Friday night and our camp is setup.  It’s time to start thinking about my return to Loreto.  The seas have gone to dead calm again and we hear splapping sounds on the water. Deb sees them first.  Sting rays jumping out of the water, flying short distances and belly flopping onto the surface.  We had been told they do this to rid themselves of parasites.  Sometimes two or three at a time will fly out of the water then slap the glass smooth surface.  A few dolphins swim by and giant spooosh and swfoooop sound can be heard of a whale far off in the distance.

 

We finish up our Hornitos and I head down the beach while Deb fixes up our last dinner.  I meet Erin and Evan, the

It is recon time

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