SCORPION
BAY DELIVERS IT
By Josh Hall
Two trucks, six
guys, 15 boards and 18 and a half hours of driving, four of which
were done
down a dirt road in the dark; but we made it. Dusty,
thirsty, sore, but most of all, really ecstatic to have arrived
in camp. We prepared a pseudo camp for the night, mostly just to
get out
of the weather and get a solid nights sleep the first night,
because the next morning would provide minimal crowds (8-10 at
2nd) and more
waves than are humanly possibly to ride in a day.
The group consisted
of, Greg, Jeff, Wanky (Kirk); all La Jolla Shores guys, Mad Jack
(latter named El Conejo Blanco, for always
seen bouncing
around somewhere), Pablo Smith and myself, Josh Hall; all PB
guys. We all sort of knew each other, some better friends than
others.
It wasn’t
a random group, but our backgrounds, ages and surfing styles
spanned the entire board. Greg (mid-50s), who is newly retired,
held the oldest
person-position on the trip, and I held the youngest
(25). But what soon transpired was the
realization
that we weren’t
any different at all, that the stoke of surfing transcends
any generational or age differences. By the end of the trip,
we all
had commented
on the fact that this had been the best surf trip any of us
had ever been
on.
I’ve been
lucky enough to have traveled quite extensively throughout Baja
so I sort of knew what was in store with an
18+ hour drive. “No
problem I thought, rest at gas fill ups, drink minimal water,
split up driving, haul a** but most importantly be safe.” We
left on a Sunday so there was minimal big truck traffic on
the way down. The
only hesitation I had is that when you have a caravan of
two vehicles or more, it tends to take more time to get to
where
you are going;
this wasn’t the case. Both drivers were comfortable
on HWY 1, and both had similar driving styles, so lagging
wasn’t
an issue.
Now camping in
Baja always has it pluses and minuses. Having been deep in to
the Lost Coast numerous times,
putting
up with
high winds,
no supplies, sand in the food, and no escape from the sun,
can be real trying at times. Yes, you are in wide-open
God’s
country with not a soul around, other than the local fisherman,
but, you
have to
be totally prepared with everything for the length of your
trip,i.e., ice and water, food, camping supplies, extra
gas, everything. Not one little
thing can go overlooked.
Scorpion Bay
is different. It takes Lost Coast camping and puts it to the luxury
level. Yeah
you still need a
tent,
some camping
gear,
some water and ice, all the beer you can handle, but
you don’t
have to stress about it. The nice little fishing town
of San Jaunico is just a mile or so away. Need ice or more
beer? Go
to town. Sand
in the food from high wind? Go to the cantina. Need shade?
Stay in one of the palapas or, grab a caguama de Tecate
at the cantina
and
rest a little. This place blew me away. All that is the
great of wide open Baja, but with some luxury items:
cold shower, covered
bathroom,
and guaranteed ice cold beer!
This is a place
where you can stay for weeks at a time, no problem. It’s
also a place where you can bring the family down to experience
Baja with out
having to put them at risk in the middle of the desert.
Did I mention Wi-Fi (Wireless Interent)? From my
phone I was able to send text and email messages to my family letting
them know we made it.
And yes, you can connect (9 bucks an hour) to the
internet
and work from down there (if you really have too), or you could
just check the
surf report. I’m telling ya, almost all the luxuries
of home, but with the best right point in the world
right behind
you?
Enough plugging
Scorpion, they’ll probably
blame me for the crowd this summer. The trip was
awesome! The best I’d been on, ever.
Waves, location, weather, but most importantly, the
group. As I had mentioned before, the stoke of our
sport transcends any and all differences.
At the end of the day, it was “ah man, I saw
that ten you got and I was just flipping out at how
long you perched!” Or, “you
were in perfect trim, not a drop out of place on
the wave, total soul patrol like in the movies!” Hooting
everybody and everything. Respecting the order, letting
people have their space. Talking
story around the fire at night. Putting a dent in
the Tecate population of San Jaunico. I think the
only
downer for me the
entire trip
was
that
I ran out of money two days towards the end, and
the red tide plagued the point the entire week, causing
my sinuses to act
up. Other
than that, it was amazing. |