San Diego to Ensenada, Mexico and points south
Anyone with experience driving from San Diego to Ensenada, Mexico, or even further south? I know there are terrible tales of travel thereabouts but wonder if it is mostly an urban myth.
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I like the part about narrow roads and no shoulder. Oh my! Although very true, I have spent the last two weeks on Texas state and county highways. No shoulders and very narrow. Best part about them, no patrols because I guess they can't pull you over anywhere.
Another good thing about those narrow roads without shoulders is that they are the roads less driven and the sightseeing is incredible. On this two week trip I saw two bobcats, dozens of javelinas and their piglets, deer, coyotes, owls, hawks and I think it was a golden eagle, but no patrol cars.
The breakdown story goes pretty much like mine this summer returning from SMA by myself just outside Matehuala. I was towed by a young guy in his Chevrolet 1500 pickup at 40 miles per hour SUV and trailer in tow. He waved at all the Federales that we passed by.
Stayed at their garage/ranch for three days waiting on parts. Based on all the old cars there it looked like a scary movie where you came for repairs and never left. Turns out his mother is a very good cook and they also had a carne asada one night with relatives from Chicago and I was the guest.
Part arrived from SLP and I was on my way the next morning. New friends to visit every time we head down Hwy 57 and an invite to a great boondocking spot.
Another good thing about those narrow roads without shoulders is that they are the roads less driven and the sightseeing is incredible. On this two week trip I saw two bobcats, dozens of javelinas and their piglets, deer, coyotes, owls, hawks and I think it was a golden eagle, but no patrol cars.
The breakdown story goes pretty much like mine this summer returning from SMA by myself just outside Matehuala. I was towed by a young guy in his Chevrolet 1500 pickup at 40 miles per hour SUV and trailer in tow. He waved at all the Federales that we passed by.
Stayed at their garage/ranch for three days waiting on parts. Based on all the old cars there it looked like a scary movie where you came for repairs and never left. Turns out his mother is a very good cook and they also had a carne asada one night with relatives from Chicago and I was the guest.
Part arrived from SLP and I was on my way the next morning. New friends to visit every time we head down Hwy 57 and an invite to a great boondocking spot.
