Border to the East Road

Alright....here we go....left SD and fought traffic for 2 hrs to get to the border. We need better freeways. Night fell as we passed Salsipuedes and entered Ensenada. Hotel Coronado was waiting for us. We stayed there 2 months ago and forgot our ice chest. The owner -- seeing us arrive told us he had our ice chest (amazing)-- good start for a trip.


Anyway.....pay attention on the road.







The Baja Trans-Peninsular Highway is the most dangerous highway on earth (i read that last year - most deaths). You have the lane you're in and that's it. I say, "whatever - Ive done it 65 times", but it's different when steering my entire family forward. I ran over a dead dog to assure not going head on with a semi or off a 200 ft cliff.





I decided to take the East Road (Later learned pre-runners for Baja 1000 race got stuck here for 1 week). I had heard this raod was rough but passable. Nice it was until about mile 15 when we traversed a 45 degree incline over sand, holes, volcanic rock and everything but dead bodies in a non 4x4 V6 Ford F150. We made the first obstacle and Lucy (who never worries) said "I thought we were gonna die back there". It is what it is.

I KNEW we'd be OK and that's why I continued against all better judgement. Who will walk the 25 miles outta here to find help? Lucy or Me? Me. The machine (truck) was still moving -- and so were we.

We were all in and we had supplies in case all hell broke loose. I wouldn't have done it otherwise...................

I promised I'd email Ford my story for marketing purposes. Then we made it to town.

We were alive!!!!!