For three winters in a row the tradition has remained the same. Visit all our BFF's on our way to the border, spend a few days gathering supplies, then pull an early morning crossing.
This time the sky itself seemed to inform us we were in for something new.
Perhaps it wasn't just the sky. There seemed to be a plethora of oddities lingering with a foreboding nature. Our friend Julien's inexplicable need to hang upside-down like a bat with a cool nonchalant attitude, being peer-pressured into my first tea party with little miss Katie or just the oddity of our pre-border-crossing shopping run. We showed up to the store and realized the only, single, solitary thing we "needed" was some half-and-half. Surely when you show up so overly prepared the world is about to show you what you've forgotten.
Well, the weather forecast was heavy rain. Heavy rain in Baja. We definitely considered waiting it out, then we decided, screw it. Time to get some rest and see Baja under some unique circumstances.
To be immediately continued...