As we headed out of Ann Arbor, Michigan we couldn't possibly just drive past Marshall (only an hour down the road) without stopping at Dark Horse Brewery. It was a little sad that we celebrated the end of all our work without my parents, who were instrumental in our success. We sent text messages and pictures while we were celebrating, so that it felt like they were with us.
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| This is how we celebrate |
We managed to survive the painfully boring drive through Illinois, Iowa, and Nebraska. The fun started when we made a pit-stop in Denver to visit our long-lost friends Dave and Melissa. It's always fun to catch up with them because despite our very different lifestyles, we have a lot in common. We know them from Portland and their lives follow an adventurous and active path. Melissa gave us a good ass-kicking on a trail run in the mile-high city.
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| Old friends can't be beat! I've known Melissa for 17 years - oh the times we've had. |
Further along the road in Colorado, we visited our fellow overlanding friends (Todd, Shonah, and Chip) at Copper Mountain, where they treated us to condo living (thanks Aunt Lou!), complete with a fancy dinner and Jacuzzi afterwards. We feel like we could endlessly chat with them.
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| Boys with their toys |
We battled the heat of southern Arizona and finally made it to Punta San Carlos, Baja.
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| Cool stuff in Arizona that we normally would've stopped for if not in such a rush to get to Baja |
We had plans to stay on the beach at Punta San Carlos (PSC) for a month. The drive-in takes about 4 hours on rough roads, so we had to wrap our minds around how much food and water to bring for such a long time. I told my Dad that I would take a picture of our fresh food, since he was curious about how much we could/would possibly bring for a month. The dried goods where too much to capture!
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| Fresh food goes FAST. Potatoes, onions, peppers, tomatoes, carrots, squash, cabbage, fruit, avocados. Only a few things will last beyond 2+ weeks. |
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| We made it to our happy place |
We had an incredible week of kiteboarding and surfing before things took a turn for the worse. Our fridge died. I mean, it really died. Scott had been nursing it along for a couple of years. Without getting into any boring detail, the compressor died - the heart and soul of the fridge.
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| Scott was so happy to be surfing again |
We made the tough decision to drive back 300 miles to San Diego to get a new fridge. It would only take a few days to get to the USA, order the fridge, pick it up, do some errands, and then get back to our happy place in PSC. As soon as we got internet, we started searching. The place we bought our original fridge from, quoted a six week wait! Very fortunately, we found a place in San Diego that had only one remaining in stock--no shipping and no waiting! GO INTERNET!
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| Heading out of the desert with a warm fridge |
While we were back in California, finding some secluded camping in the Cleveland National Forest, we pushed El Tigre a little hard. One of the front sway-bar linkages broke. So, in the midst of replacing our fridge, Scott also managed to procure and replace the broken linkage in the parking lot of a laundromat. How convenient for the other most pressing chore on our list - CLEAN CLOTHES!!!!
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| MacGyver at work |
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| It's not hard to tell where the new part is |
With our new fridge, clean clothes, more food/water, we head back to PSC, viviendo la vida suerte (living the lucky life)...
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