Baja Day 2

3AM wake up with try mouth (too much tequila). Must have water. Fumble around the kitchen, found Agave juice first, drank half of it, saw how much sugar was it in and thought I need to stop drinking sugar. Found the water. 10 mins later I hear Liz get up. She returns. Whispers, “Are you awake?” I respond, “kinda.” She asks for my phone so she can use it as a makeshift flashlight to find water. Turns out when she was up she just putzed around not finding any. We then fumbled together and drank about 1.5 glasses each. Later found out Lindsey did the same thing after us.

Go for a ride in the rail aka adult go cart. Stopping for a drink in a shack in th emiddle of nowhere with a cute dog.

Tecate drank before 10am? Yup. Sure did. 

But I poured some out. For my homies...

Then peed in a shack with no doors and two lopsided holes. Classy. Make sure to wash your hands…. with sand.

We take photos by the rail. Liz climbs on top of it like spiderman. It’s badass.

Continue into the mountains. Parked, had to pee again, popped a squat in the desert. I was by a hole which later reflected was not a great idea. Could have been a home to a critter I would not like to see like spider, snake, or scorpion. Hiked to a water hole. Took artsy pictures of a cactus.

Found a lizard. We slowly approach.

He’s not running away. Hmm. Wait, is he dead? Further inspection. He’s not breathing. His eyes open.

Liz jumps back. We expect him to run away. Nope. Oh, he’s just chillin. Or maybe he's high? Later we wonder if he’ll retell the story to his lizard friends – "Dude, I saw a bunch of humans today. Up close."

More beer. Ate my leftover tacos (battered and flour tortilla I didn’t ask for but was too buzzed to notice til halfway done). A spread was put out on the roof of a rail: crackers, nuts, cheese, chips, homemade cookies AND homemade pickled pickles. Stop it! OK, fine. I'll have a little of each. Don't wanna be rude...

We take badass pictures looking like thugs. You can’t see my face but I’m NOT smiling.

Managed to nap in the rail despite the loud roar of the engine. We stop again. Another beer. Marvel at the road indicator of a cow carcass.

The original one fell apart so they got another one (you know, like you do) and leaned it against it. It was so fresh it looked fake but upon further inspection it was legit. PS - Smelled great.

Someone gets a flat tire. The boys all help lift the car, while the women stand around and take pictures. Another beer? Sure, why not. Not like we’re driving or anything.

Get back to the house. Liz and I think we look tan, then realize it's just a layer of dust. Three days without a shower so my hair was aReal nasty, matted even. Occasionally felt it while putting on and off the goggles needed for going on a “run” in the rail – and I immediately thought this is what some dirty hippie feels everyday. So close to dreads. The wind wasn’t helping. Get back and shower while the 70 year olds keep drinking. I used shampoo and conditioner (Panteen ProV -  none of that generic bizz) but still felt like I tore up my hair trying to brush it out. Liz and I both continued to find sand in our unmentionables. 

I finish my shower and go to find liz. I’m told she’s on the roof. I head up. I spy her laying out, hand out clutching a mug of water. I call out. No response. Probs didn’t hear me. I get closer. Her shirt it up in an attempt to tan her Irish stomach, a hat on her head. Legs crossed. “Liz.” Nope. She fell asleep. I immediately go get my camera as she is notorious for hating naps. Evidence is needed. I take pictures like it’s a crime scene.

Then figure, why not just recreate me discovering her. I do so with my camera that takes video. She wakes, is totally busted, and calls me an asshole.

Later on I do jumping jacks, you know, to burn the calories from all the booze. Twenty should do the trick, right? Liz comes up saying she and Lindsay can hear me bouncing around through the roof. Sorry for party rockin’. It's twilight time. Liz spots her second shooting star in her life. Turns out I was also there for her first.  What can I say, when I’m in her life, she sees stars. Awwww!

Alone, I finish up with yoga under the stars. Then lounge on the hammock in search of my own star.