i went in the early 90's just me and him
picked me up after a banking conference at the convention center and drove me down with three boards designed for the north shore. It was a long drive just as long going south as it was going to the ocean after we turned off the main road. drank beer for water and slept in my board bag. Some bandits came by at night in a souped up dune buggy but I didn't see what happened. Got skunked on 1/2' ankle snappers froze my ass off waiting for a wave. You catch a wave if there was one surf as far as you can then go in and walk back out to the point jump in and paddle like 10 yards to the take off spot. There was a big ship stuck on the reef out front, beautiful view of the lineup and bay. Good simple food by the campfire. The only two things that stuck in my mind other than how cold the water was, was that it was very dirty and dusty I think I spat dirt and dust for a bit after he drove me straight to the airport in SanDiego to catch my flight home. The other was how uncomfortable I felt not being able to speak or understand the language. The whole time I felt like I could be killed and all my belongings taken and no one would know. The only other time I felt this was riding in a truck with a bunch of white supreme-ist heading to their cabin in the back forest of washington state as the token "colored" person.
All I remember is that he was a good guy, it was cheap, you can't always count on scoring waves and there's not much to do in the hot dusty deserts of baja. But I would never do something like that again.
Sounds about the same type of story I had!!
I had just bought my first car, a '63 comet wagon. Few days later 4 of us in 2 cars went down. Studied some Baja Surf book on the way. Stopped at La Fonda for a night, cold azz water small surf. Decided to go south and explore. Followed that stupid map in the book and ended up here. Showed up Late afternoon, foggy as all hell, could barely see the ship. Cold, crumbly, milky dirty water. Crashed out after some beers food and dark. Some crazy big ass truck w 50 lights on it(seemed the time) heading towards us in the middle of the night. We were all freaking out quietly, thought it was banditos coming to get us, lol. Woke up at dawn to find a few cars up the point a bit. Turned out it was a launch and land spot for fisherman. They had come early in the night to prep for the next days fishing. Anyways, surf totally sucked, cold water, big azz rusty ship on point, dirty water. Ended up exploring up the coast for a bit the next day and then just left. A lot more to this trip, but I'll end it there.
That was a long time ago, can't imagine a surf camp being there, but I guess every spot has its good days, just not when I was there.
