Throwback: Ensenada, Mexico

In September of 1999, Tony Sneed (aka Sneedo) and Kyle Aiman accompanied me to Ensenada, Mexico in the Baja (Dane and Bob could not make the trip).  We celebrated both Kyle and Sneedo’s birthday a few days before the trip.  

We drove through the Arizona desert, the California sand dunes and crossed the border into Tijuana, then making our trek to Ensenada, hugging the coast line, huge cliffs and the forever visible Pacific Ocean out the passenger window.

We stopped for lunch in Rosarito - for $4 each we got so much food (rice, beans, vegetables, sizzling seafood, chicken and beef fajitas, tortilla soup, sopapillas, chips, salsa, tortillas, drinks, etc.  We sat on top of a rickety old roof eating our feast looking out at the Pacific Ocean - the song, “A Horse with No Name,” played on the speakers and I unwinded and relaxed to the tones and treasures of Mexico.  Several years later, shortly after passing through the area again with Eric Ingram, the entire Rosarito police force was murdered and their heads put on pikes on the beach to send a signal from the cartels who operate in the area (or so I’m told) - I’ve been to Ensenada several times, but even though it is beautiful and I never felt unsafe, I don’t think I would go back - the risks seem to outweigh the rewards.

It was a fun, beautiful trip with two of my long-time buddies and I will always treasure it!