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  • The Baja Break

    The Baja Break

    How do full-timers take a vacation? We were about to find out. A vacation by definition is a change from your normal activities. And after what had become our normal activities as full-timers over the previous six weeks we definitely needed a break. So while going to Baja added to the chaos, it was also necessary for us to step away for a short time and regroup.

    Breaking away

    We normally travel to Baja by motorcycle. This trip would be quite different—only a handful of days, with dear friends we would pick up in San Diego, and in our new-to-us truck. It felt bizarre not to be towing our house behind us and we reveled in the ease of it and let the stress in our lives of late fall away with each mile.

    Just before entering California, we took an extra long break in a highway rest area to give ourselves some mental space to decompress. We had plenty of time, a feeling we hadn’t experienced in months, so we embraced it. I grabbed a geocache smiley and we mostly just allowed the mental dust to settle. That unusually lengthy road trip break led to one of the strangest small-world encounters I’ve experienced—bumping into the original owners of our truck, who we’d never met before.

    Bewildered by the insanely slim odds of that occurrence, we laughed our way to San Diego where we would spend our first evening away from “home” catching up with good friends who live in the area. Boy did we blow off some steam! That set the tone for connecting with our travel companions the next evening. It was Leslie’s birthday and we had some celebrating to do before heading over the border at Tecate and introducing them to Baja.

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    Getting the much-needed party started.

    Baja adventure

    Our trip would be short—only a four day toe-dip into the wine region of Baja. Once across the border at Tecate, the first stop had to be tacos, of course. We were high on relief and they felt like the most delicious tacos we’d had in our lives. And with that, we got serious about not being serious for a few days.

    Leslie scored us a great AirBnB nestled amongst the vineyards in the Valle de Guadalupe. It felt good to step into a different world from what we’d been living in. The laid back pace of Baja is the reset we needed. We took our friends to our favorite restaurant, made a day trip to Ensenada, and explored new places together. The where and what details aren’t really all that important—it was the time together. We stayed up late, ate too much, drank too much, watched silly movies, danced like idiots—the list goes on. We hadn’t seen them in person since our Cuba adventure a year earlier and we had a tremendous amount of friend therapy to accomplish in a very short time. And damn if we didn’t make every moment count.

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    Smoke on the horizon

    In the midst of our silliness, we couldn’t ignore the unsettling story brewing on the other side of the world. Leslie checked the news feed frequently, trying to make sense of the growing health crisis. We kept thinking, “this isn’t good but hopefully it’s too soon to worry.” It wasn’t, as we all know now.

    After our short frolick in Baja, we sent Jim and Leslie back to Atlanta and made our way back to Phoenix to see if we could get our full-time RV-ers act together. Hopefully our rolling home was still intact after being left unattended for a week. It was.

    Our plan was to head back to northern Nevada, handle some personal tasks, then set back out as footloose-and-fancy-free full-timers, open to where the road would take us with some of our challenges now in the rearview mirror. Basically, finally dive into our adventure after some false starts. Novel idea, right?

    But first we had to sell the Power Wagon. With the title in hand after my blitz back to Carson City to retrieve it from our safety deposit box, J listed the truck. He was brutally honest about its shortcomings and priced it to sell quickly as a project truck. We simply didn’t have the time or bandwidth to try to squeeze every penny out of it, deal with multiple meetings with potential buyers, and play the irritating negotiation game.

    We ended up selling it to the first guy who came to look at it after fielding a mind-boggling number of inquiries in just minutes after the listing was live. J has quite a knack for writing listings like that and his prowess did the trick. We were able to put the Power Wagon saga behind us.

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    We had lots of adventures in this old beast but it was time to move on.

    A vision for the future

    Feeling like we were starting over on our full-time adventure, we revisited our path forward. It was prudent given how horribly our first month and a half went. So what were we hoping to accomplish with nomadic life?

    With our accelerated timeline exiting the house, we figured we’d just try nomad life on and see if we liked it—a proof of concept. Combined with the distinct lack of progress on building out the property, we wanted to make sure we didn’t have on blinders about where we wanted to be long-term.

    So, we set out to enjoy the freedom of full-time travel for a bit and take a break from the building frustration. Maybe we’d discover something that would change our course. Maybe full-time life would finally work for us and we’d keep at it. Or maybe we’d be able to return to the building project with renewed spirit. We were open to the possibilities.

    Cue the Covid-19 pandemic.

  • Hungry for Baja

    Hungry for Baja

    It’s time to go back to Baja and take in the mañana spirit. Having gone from the challenges of frenetic travel this summer to very little at all while dealing with physical therapy and doctors, my traveling soul needs the balance of Baja. So tomorrow I cross the border to set life back in order. That my birthday again falls in that time is pure coincidence but a happy one.

    As for the logistics of this adventure, it will be a short trip, one that balances investment with eating the cupcake. Sometimes it takes crossing a border into a different culture and mindset to rediscover how to achieve that balance. It’s the equivalent of pushing a giant reset button. Fortunately for me, I know what kind of travel does that best. Slow, relaxed travel. By motorcycle.

    As I glide on two wheels towards being immersed in beauty and calm, I realize more and more how much I need this. As I get closer, I want to devour the serenity. The sounds, the smells, the roads, the people, the landscape. I’m hungry for it.

    And tacos. I’m hungry for tacos. Real, Baja tacos.

    Peace and tacos, friends. Cheers!

    Here are some random memories from last year’s trip to whet your appetite for Baja!

  • Bringing Home the Baja Mañana Spirit

    Bringing Home the Baja Mañana Spirit

    I recently returned from my first trip to Baja, Mexico. Intent on living my life as well as I can in the moment right now, I rode my motorcycle 1,500 miles south from my home in northern Nevada to the town of Loreto, on the Sea of Cortez.

    Why travel?

    The benefits of travel are well known but hard to measure. For those of us who make travel a top priority—a lifestyle we build the rest of our days around—the travel inspiration quotes that litter the internet are truths. Social media may have turned those words into platitudes for the casual tourist or vacationer, but for us they capture the sentiment of why we are driven to explore.

    Whether casual vacationer, business traveler, or dedicated explorer, we bring something unspoken back with us from every journey, regardless of its purpose. Sometimes that thing is small; other times it’s life-changing. Each experience builds our character in some way. That experience can have a huge impact when we visit a place very different from where we spend most of our time.

    The mañana spirit

    Bajacalifornianos aren’t the only people who embrace the mañana spirit, but it is that mindset I’ve brought back home from Baja. Of course, mañana is “tomorrow” in Spanish and it’s an “it-can-wait” sense of priorities. It’s about embracing joy, peace, and balance first. It’s the antithesis of busyness and doing for doing’s sake.

    My first experience with this attitude towards life was during my initial explorations of New Mexico over 20 years ago. I’ve danced and wrestled with it since, unable to maintain the rhythm of it. This trip to Baja was different for many reasons, though. Foremost, over two decades since my first taste of the mañana spirit, I know what I’m about and what my time is worth.

    So after immersing myself in Baja’s bosom and watching her people, I think I finally grasp what it takes to live my life from that place. It’s the place where there’s no need to rush around frantically and no need for busyness. In this place I can keep my priorities straight. This is the place I can live a life that is rich and rewarding without being fancy or complicated.

    The slow, easy-going mañana spirit isn’t aloofness or lack of consideration, as it may seem to outsiders at first. It’s knowing when and how to be productive—being thoughtful about how you spend your time. On this trip, I realized that the mañana spirit is a kind of natural mindfulness, the thing I’ve been trying to make my second-nature mindset for years. It’s the elusive concept that so many of us use apps, books, classes, and therapists to try to master. In Baja, it’s just there. And it’s been my most significant lesson yet.

    The thing about the mañana spirit is that in the end, everything gets done that needs to be done. And everything else? Well, it didn’t need to be on the to-do list to begin with.

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    Gravel-floored roadside cafes in Baja offer life lessons if you give them the chance.

    When the mañana spirit meets a timetable

    On the return journey motorcycling north, I sat with my dear man in a tiny roadside cafe in Cataviña. It was supposed to be a quick taco stop since we had a lot of ground to cover and not a lot of daylight to work with in the short days of December. It was the only cafe for many miles. No cell signal. No gas station. Not much of anything by American standards, really.

    We were the only customers the entire time we were there. We sat and waited, listening to the sounds of the abuela chopping fresh ingredients just a few yards away. The sound of her knife thumping on the cutting board. The sizzle of the grill. Her lyrical voice as she chatted with her husband. We watched sparrows flit around inside the building, stopping to peck for food. Dogs wandered in and out of the cafe, their paws leaving prints in the gravel floor.

    While preparing our tacos, she also squeezed a glass of fresh orange juice for me. It ran down my throat in a smooth river, relief from the heat we’d been riding through that day. We took in the details of the cafe, building our Spanish vocabulary by reading the signs and listening to the conversation, marveling at the vast amount of Coca-Cola branding, and watching the ravens come and go from their perch on top of the tall cactus outside.

    It took quite a while to get our tacos. And they arrived freshly made, with care, by somebody’s grandmother. That lunch stop was about being immersed in our adventure in a way that we couldn’t do without embracing the mañana spirit. My parting reward that day as she pieced together my broken Spanish into something comprehensible was her patient smile and beautiful laugh, something I might not have gotten from her or noticed if I hadn’t taken the time to understand life in Baja.

    Adventure on, friends.

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    Intimate experiences are available everywhere in Baja if you give yourself the chance to understand the mañana spirit.