Burning Bush 2013 – La Ventana, BCS

Burning Bush 2013 – La Ventana, BCS

I have been to a lot of parties and festivals in my life. A lot. I consider myself pretty knowledgeable about what makes a good party. Last weekend at Burning Bush all my preconceived notions were blown out of the water. It was in a very small town, it had virtually no budget, and there was no music lineup, each act would just play “when it seemed right”. Since Drew was supposed to be playing live electronic music at the party, this last one was especially disconcerting. But Bruce, the party organizer, all around brilliant artist, and generally good guy, assured us that it had always “just worked out”. And it did. BEAUTIFULLY.

I heard Burning Bush being compared to a small Burning Man at least 20 times. In some ways it was, but not really. I love Burning Man for the harsh environment, the 50,000+ people, and the intensity of 24-hour visual, auditory and mental stimulation. Burning Bush did not have any of this going for it. The day was warm and the evening was mild – nothing of any extreme. There was about 1000 people – a fairly moderate sized party. And the music stopped at 2am – early for most music events. What Burning Bush did have going for it was sheer lawlessness. Around the perimeter were massive black powder and gasoline explosions forming giant mushroom clouds. Closer in was a ring of pterodactyl-like birds made from what looked like drift wood and whale bones – these were all interactive art pieces that you could climb into and make fly. They also shot fire from the beaks. There were people walking around with flame throwers setting wood piles and random cacti on fire, and 4-wheelers speeding through fire and jumping off the surrounding dunes. My all time favorite art piece of the night was a dome located right next to the stage. It expelled propane and fire, making intense scales of flame that morphed and changed as you lay underneath it. It mesmerized whole crowds with the chaos and movement of the fire. There are few things in life better than being completely absorbed in visual stimulation while listening to Drew playing mind-blowing techno until you can’t stand it anymore and you just have to get up and dance.

I may be overselling it a little, but honestly, when you consider the beautiful art, unpredictable fires, and magnificent explosions and then add in the can’t-help-but-dance techno that Drew was playing, I have to put it into the category of “great parties”. I’m so happy that I was able to share such a fun night with our friends Mike, Nia and Dan. If you want to hear about it from someone else, Nia wrote a great description of Burning Bush over at her blog Uncensored Restraint.

Whale Whatching in Bahia Magdalena

We were so excited to have our friend Mr. Matthew Trentacoste visiting us for the week. We had grand plans of adventure and excitement. We had grand plans that is until we both got sick – not at the same time, but even worse, one after the other. Drew spent the first half of the week in bed with a 102F fever and I followed it up nicely with my own version of the same flu. Just as we were getting better and ready to take off sailing, in came the bad weather and the port captain closed the port to small vessels.

With only a couple of days left to spend with our friend, we decided to take a rental car and head to the other side of the peninsula for some whale watching at Bahia Magdalena. We figured it would be nice to get away and hopefully see some whales along the coast. When we got to the hotel we found that it would only be about $30 USD each to go out on an actual tour, so we decided to jump on. We were warned ahead of time that seeing whales is not guaranteed since it is early in the season – if we were to come back in February we would likely get to touch whales since it is a birthing ground and pregnant and new whale moms like to follow the boats and get attention from tourists. Although we did not get to touch any whales, we were able to see several large grey whales fairly close up. The tour also took us to see some sea lions, an old Japanese whale processing plant and some beautiful white sand dunes. All in all, the week could have definitely gone better, but having Matt in town was fantastic and the mini-road trip was a really nice end to the visit.

Proof that we did *actually* see whales:

And Drew flipping gracefully onto the sand dunes:

Todos Santos and Pescadero

Todos Santos and Pescadero

We decided that this year, instead of exchanging presents for Christmas, we would have an experience. We placed only a couple of parameters on the search. We wanted to learn a new skill and we wanted it to be memorable. We immediately began scanning the internet for something interesting to do. When we stumbled across a National Geographic article ranking surfing in Todos Santos as one of the top adventure destinations for 2012 it seemed perfect – we wouldn’t even have to leave Mexico!

We traveled to Todos Santos by bus – a short 3 hour ride from La Paz. Upon arrival we had no room reservations, so we wandered through town, stumbling across a lovely little boutique hotel called Posada Del Molino where we spent the next two days. It turns out that Todos Santos is an adorable little art town filled with all the kitschy Mexico art that I have seen (and unabashedly loved) my whole life. It is an undeniably cute town, and very peaceful, but definitely on the expensive side, especially for food and drinks. A 12 peso ($1 usd) taco in La Paz is suddenly 30 pesos ($2.50 usd) in Todos Santos, and a jalapeno margarita at the Hotel California will set you back 90 pesos, but I won’t lie, that was the best margarita I’ve ever had in my life. By the end of day one Drew had already grown tired of wandering the same few streets, and honestly, by day two I felt the same. We decided to move on to the next phase of our adventure – surfing!

It turns out that National Geographic is mostly wrong. The good surfing is not in Todos Santos, but actually in the nearby town of El Pescadero. We checked around and it seemed like the Pescadero Surf Camp was the way to go. They had rooms and surf lessons and got really good reviews. We called ahead to make sure there would be space for us – the owner, Jamie, informed us that they had a room for us that night and could probably sort out something for the rest of the week. It turned out to be a lot of moving around over the next week (4 different rooms for 5 nights) including one night of dragging a mattress into the office and sleeping on the floor. Even with all the chaos, it was a fantastic time. We took surf lessons with the owners son, Ryan and his friend Coen, and they were wonderful teachers. They walked us through the basic process while on shore, then pulled us out into the waves and launched us time after time towards shore shouting “paddle, paddle, NOW STAND UP!”. Their genuine exuberance even after many failed attempts made it such a fun experience. Drew and I were both able to stand up several times after only one lesson and walked away feeling very proud of our baby steps in learning to surf. I couln’t have asked for a better Christmas and am now a full convert to the experience over the gift.

Yes, that is the real Hotel California from the song!

Yes, that is the real Hotel California from the song!

Drew serenading me with Christmas songs

Drew serenading me with Christmas songs

The resident horse at Pescadero Surf Camp

The resident horse at Pescadero Surf Camp

Going on a supply run with Angelo - he rode his motorcycle down from Toronto Canada!

Going on a supply run with Angelo – he rode his motorcycle down from Toronto Canada!

We spent a lovely evening around a bonfire down at a friends palapa

We spent a lovely evening around a bonfire down at a friends palapa

Heading to the beach with Coen and Ryan for our first surf lesson

Heading to the beach with Coen and Ryan for our first surf lesson

Surfing involves a lot of waiting. Drinking and waiting.

Surfing involves a lot of waiting. Drinking and waiting.

Mexican blankets sold outside our favorite fish taco stand in El Pescadero

Mexican blankets sold outside our favorite fish taco stand in El Pescadero

When it seemed to cold and cloudy to go to the beach, sitting by the pool made for a perfect substitute.

When it was too cold and cloudy to go to the beach, sitting by the pool made for a perfect substitute.

Wasteland Weekend!

Wasteland Weekend!

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Roadtrip! – Baja by car

Roadtrip! – Baja by car

Well, it didn’t take long after returning to La Paz before we were heading north again.

I *love* road trips so when we heard about Wasteland Weekend in Southern California it seemed like the perfect opportunity to see the inland of Baja by car. We also wanted to pick up some supplies and go to the San Diego Zoo so it was going to be an all around win.

Hurricane season was in full effect so we were not surprised to see the rain, what did surprise us was the full on flooding. On two occasions we had to stop at a flooded out road and wait for several hours before getting up the courage to wade through the river in our rental car.

We also did not expect the distance between gas stations, especially OPEN gas stations at night. We had planned to drive straight through over night to California. It didn’t work out. Instead we ran out of gas somewhere around midnight in the middle of nowhere. We tried to suffer through sleeping in the car but between the swarming mosquitoes and the unbearable heat we finally gave up and  pitched a tent along side the road. There is something very scary about sleeping in a tent alongside the road in Mexico. Then, to add to the experience, somewhere around 4am it started raining. Somewhere around 4:05am I got uncontrollably sick, forcing me to run out into the rain through the desert. A bit of advice: do not run barefoot through the desert in the dark.

After all the flooding, mosquitoes and sickness, it could only get better – and it did. We made it to Wasteland Weekend, picked up our supplies and still had time to check out the zoo before returning home a week later.