Day2:

Waking up before sunrise, stoked to surf, we suited up and paddled out. As dawn began to break, we could see the sun crest the local mountains not too far away. The waves were really fun again but with a rapidly rising tide, the surf sesh was cut a bit short. I stayed out in the water anyways though, pumped on any wave I could get now that I was that one guy with a Baja wave all to myself. Finally coming in, Justin was headed back out, but with a spear gun in hand instead of a surfboard this time. Justin speared three fish that we saved for lunch while the rest of us made breakfast burritos.

After breakfast, we headed out in search for the next wave to ride. Racing down dirt roads, through the vast barren Baja desert, we couldn't wait to see what was around each new point. Following the coast through small village after village and contemplating multiple surf breaks, we finally decided on Punta Cabra. Our first look deemed it to be about chest high, but getting in the water, the sets started to build and soon

we had waves crashing on us that were nearly two feet over head. We weren't the only ones out there, but Punta Cabra supplied multiple peaks to choose from and each of us had our own wave to ourselves.

Surfing for hours until our bodies were sore and our faces were burnt, we all headed in, entirely exhausted. We decided to head back to Punta San Ysidro for a late lunch of ceviche which consisted of fresh fish caught that morning by Justin, avocado, local lime and cilantro. The rest of the afternoon we hung out and enjoyed the beauty of Baja around us, until Justin and Aaron decided to head back out for another spear.

    

Coming back with seven good sized fish, we filleted and cooked them up making fresh fish tacos with some homemade local tortillas that we picked up in a local village. A few beers later, the events of the day set in quickly as the warmth of the fire and the fullness of our bellies nearly lulled us to sleep.