It all started when...
My friend, Chris, suggested we do the all night drive to the far reaches of Baja. This was the first year the highway was open from the border to the tip and there were still easily accessible, good waves that had little or no crowd. We got there in between hurricanes and this spot, which normally blows out in the afternoon, stayed hot and glassy most every day, with massive thunderheads moving up the gulf side of the peninsula. Occasionally we got drenched underneath the towering giants but in between, it was great.
Chris was an excellent fisherman and a bit of a wild man so we dined on sea bass, rock scallops and rattlesnake. Here, Billy, an extremely agreeable guy from San Diego, lounges as the sun works its way towards the horizon.