After a long day of highway riding and horrible food we were hoping to find a good renegade camp spot off the road. Not feeling comfortable with what we were finding and not confident we could explain ourselves if questioned with our minute understanding of the spanish language we ended up pulling into Ciudad Constitucion where we were told a camp site could be had. At the south end of the city we found an english man with a hotel that allowed us to camp on the property. His son, all of 12 years old, turns out to be an accomplished buggy racer in the area already and talked our ear off when ever he could about all things motorized. He was like an encyclopedia of knowledge on the subject and it was fun listening to him.
With some advice from them on how to link up some good dirt on the way to La Paz we took off again in the morning. Shortly after heading out James felt that mexican stomach rumble and holed up behind a bush for a minute while he squirted out yesterdays food. After that farting wasn't something he was taking lightly for the rest of Mexico!
There are a lot of interesting areas in the middle of nowhere Baja where people have tiny communities set up. Usually just a couple houses and maybe a church with some super rough roads in and out. Rough roads that have the most incredible vistas and scenery. The hills are heavy in donkeys, goats and cattle that you have to keep aware of, and the people, while a bit shocked that some random gringos are coming through their area, are always super friendly and quick to exchange waves and smiles. Donkeys are my new favorite animal by the way. Having got a good dose of the much more lack luster views of Baja from the highway, I felt incredibly lucky to be spending most of my time on the peninsula far away from the pavement.
Late in the day we popped out of the hills and back on to the coast. All that separated us from La Paz and our ferry ride to Mazatlan was a mellow dirt road down the edge of the Sea of Cortez.