The Santa Rosalia malécon. I’m loving this town and having a hard time figuring out why no other cruisers have shown up. The marina is empty despite the fact that 9 out of 10 Sea of Cortez cruisers are hauling out or leaving their boats in San Carlos—just seventy-five miles away—in the next month or so. We’ve only been here a few days but I think Santa Rosalia is now my favorite town in Baja. At least as far as cruising towns go.
Seriously, what the hell is this Mad Max contraption?
I’m not sure what they call this old building—the smelter, maybe—but it was pretty darn cool of them to leave it up and to leave it completely open to trespassers like us. Some things you would just never see in the States, this is one of them. Right on the main highway through town, rusty catwalks, loose brick, and not a soul around. If the kids were ten I would leave them there all day with five bucks in their pockets for ice cream across the street.
I hear food blogs are all the rage with the kids these days, so… well… here goes nothing.
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Have you noticed the “buzzard palms”? Kind of at the end of the walkway about where Ouest is sort of pointing with her left hand in her jumping photo. Around sunset the palms absolutely fill up with roosting vultures. The more you look, the more of them you notice in the trees. If it was Hallowe’en with a cold north wind blowing it could be downright spooky looking.