After leaving the Salton Sea, crossing the border at Mexicali, and two hours of crossing the empty Baja desert , we approached San Felipe. I hadn’t made any reservations, but we did bring a tent in case we found a spot to camp on the beach. We saw a sign for a campground on the road called Pete’s Camp, which I vaguely remembered from my childhood camping trips. We turned and drove about 1/2 mile down the dirt road and came across the most beautiful empty beach.
This would do. It was getting dark so we set up our tent.
I like empty beaches.
We pitched our tent and were greeted the next morning by a truck selling fresh coconuts, cut while you wait by a machete.
Coconut with chili pepper. yum…
San Felipe is on the Sea of Cortez. The tides are incredible there, and can go out as far as a mile and back over the course of a few hours. The water is warm and calm, and there are sea shells everywhere.
We went to town and stopped at an oyster stand,
Me and the big kids had some Mexican beer,
and we did a little shopping.
The kids played Scrabble while I read my book. I loved that there is no internet or phone service. It forces you to unplug.
We had the best Pastor tacos ever at this small taco stand in town.
With grilled jalapenos on the side.
The tortillas were being made on site. Tacos made with piping hot, fresh tortillas. The best.
We even got to watch a Vicente Fernandez film on the TV ! A perfect Baja evening out.
What stands out most in my mind when I remember San Felipe is the quality of the light there. i did my best to capture, it but it’s so much prettier in person.
It’s magical.
Sounds like my kind of trip! I have three coconuts, do I need a machete?
How fun.. Know your enjoying being with the kids.. Keep having fun.
ps..Just wanted to let you know, I have been taping the sew news shows.. I have seen 4 already,
and still not seen you yet.. [unless it came out, before I started taping them??? hope not.ha] I will
let you know, when or if I see it.. Judy]
What a beautiful trip. It’s funny when you think of all the big trips we all spend money on — but every summer, without fail, my kids ask me: “When are we going camping again?”