We awoke to the cry of coyotes howling in the distance as the sun illuminated the eastern horizon. Rekindling the campfire and pouring a cuppa joe, we thought about our previous afternoon’s debacle deep in the Sierra La Giganta. We had followed a thin red line on the map in an attempt to locate a backway to San Ignacio but our ’02 Toyota Tacoma 4x4 ended up pointed at the dead end of a precipitous arroyo shelf road. Cautiously retreating, our decision to travel solo was on the forefront. But this was Baja Sur, La Frontera, the land of Spanish missions and conquistadors, and what is a south-of-the-border adventure without an occasional infusion of adrenaline?
Although most visitors witness the peninsula from 30,000 feet while en route to the tequila-soaked tourist hub of Cabo San Lucas, one must put tires to terra firma to experience the nuances of this magical place. We had departed San Jose del Cabo 10 days prior in our Tacoma to search out Baja’s hidden gems, savor its culinary delights, and explore the depths of its storied chronicle. This would only be done by turning off the tarmac and taking a left, or right, on its endless backroads.
Age of Discovery
While the discovery of much of the New World was well documented, written records of Baja California’s earliest contact with Europeans is as hazy as the hangover after a night in Cabo. Another detail that hung in the haze was the origins of the name California. Some hypothesize it was
