Ryan and I spent the weekend driving up and down the Baja California coast, butchering the Spanish language, sleeping on rocks, and eating fresh Mexican seafood. The first night we stayed at Playa Salamundo, a little campsite perched up on the rocks before you descend down into Ensenada. The view was amazing and totally worth the bruised hip bones youll get from curling up on the gravely ground ( aka forgetting to bring the essential THIRD sleeping bag to create the proper mattress-like nest).

It was pretty overcast the first day and for hours we were the only campers. I kind of felt like we were playing apocolypse. Actually, I was playing apocolypse.. Ryan was camping.

Day Two coming soon.