According to those who knew the terrain, the drive south was going to include what most Baja trip always served up . My father "pops" spoke of these setbacks, these expected interjections, as

The landscape was much how you would imagine Mars to be. Rough and lifeless terrain periodically disrupted by a variety of cacti going by names of cardon, cholla, pitaya, cochal, senita. My father loved

Summer time in Baja California. The fuse had been lit long ago, and led by the youth like enthusiasm of my father and friends, our journeys to the surf were many. The Baja trip was just one of such outings