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Calexico's Wal-Mart parking lot was buzzing
early on March 18th as our assortment of Bigfooters
came together. Big Al Enger towed his trailer from Colorado
and we all had the opportunity to see his face before
it became permanently covered by his video camera. Barry
and Sue Ambrose drove their 24-footer down from England.
(Well, actually, their Bigfoot waits for them in North
America.) On the way, they camped at Joshua Tree National
Park and came upon Dolores Westfall, who was driving
her 30-foot from Northern California through all the
desert parks. Introducing themselves, they discovered
they were headed for the same rendezvous!
Del and Sue Chase Bigfooted from Arizona,
being guided by Moqui, their really friendly German
Shepherd who enjoys the space provided by their slideout.
Ric and Linda Allen drove the shortest distance, coming
from the San Diego area with daughter Jenny, who was
celebrating Spring break. By the time we left the parking
lot, we were already good friends.
Ric led the caravan to El Dorado Ranch
(north of San Felipe), communicating with the rest of
us by CB, radio and a collection of portable hand units.
He kept himself busy and confused by saying everything
multiple times, occasionally forgetting which gadget
he was speaking into.
Once there, we quickly settled into a
week's worth of activities. Between poolside breakfasts
at La Polapa Restaurant and dinners at Juanito's Cantina,
we played tennis, drank margaritas, practiced yoga,
drank margaritas, danced at Juanito's, and drank margaritas.
We viewed notorious Big Al videos, toured local building
projects, rented quads and drove the countryside, took
an off-road tour to a turquoise mine, and visited the
town of San Felipe. Jenny flew her first kite, Dolores
took her first ultralight "trike flite," Moqui
ate a Frisbee, the Chases put on a luscious seafood
feed, and Big Al photographed everything.
The absolutely silliest laugh session
came during a tequila/mescal tasting when Barry, Sue
Chase, Del and Al came to no conclusion on the tequilas,
failed the mescal, and decided that the worm was too
pickled to care. Moqui left in disgust and Dolores was
laughing too hard to participate. The longest walk was
taken when some of us decided to dip our toes into the
Gulf waters during low tide. We must have walked a half
mile to get to the water and learned firsthand about
the huge horizontal tides there!
We took two different routes back to California.
Three rigs drove back up Baja's Highway 5 through the
desert to Calexico, and two rigs took a route over wildflowered
hills on Highway 3 to the Pacific Ocean, joining Highway
1 and entering the U.S. through Tijuana. The Ambroses,
Allens and Dolores soothed their separation anxiety
by camping one more night together at Sweetwater Regional
Park in Bonita before going their separate ways.
We had a fun adventure with good folks,
and we all hope to meet again in Oregon!
Roving BOCI Reporter
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BOCI CARAVAN ENROUTE
TO SAN FELIPE |
JUST ONE MORE TECATE |
NEW CONDOS AT
EL DORADO RANCH |
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MOQUI CHASE ON
BEACH PATROL |
THE BEACH AT SAN FELIPE |
A LITTLE MARIACHI
MUSIC AT LUNCH |
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LUNCH IN
SAN FELIPE VILLAGE |
BEACH ART |
THE FLEET |
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A COOL FLIGHT
OFF THE BEACH |
DESERT IN BLOOM |
NEAR THE TOURQUOISE MINE |
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| Delores Westfall flying high
over Baja |
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