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wanted to draw and paint while Bob and I did our diving. We got a
rather late start from San Diego and arrived in San Felipe shortly be-
fore sundown. After taking our time over supper in the last restaurant
we would see for a while, we found it was quite dark when we were
ready to head on to our campsite a few miles south.
San Felipe was at the end of the paved road, and from this point on
it was dirt. Heading out of town we found what we assumed was the
road south. The road immediately branched to the left, to the right,
and then both ways at once. There was no moon, and we were beyond
the last of the town's few lights. It was pitch black. We found ourselves
going around in circles in this maze of branching dirt tracks. At one
point, when we realized we'd passed the same point at least twice, we
decided just to pull o¤ somewhere for the night and figure out where
we were in daylight. Taking one of the many choices of dirt roads, we
soon stopped, lay our sleeping bags on the ground, and turned in.
Upon awakening in the morning we were a bit startled to see a burro
browsing nearby and a couple of skinny yellow Mexican dogs scroung-
ing for anything edible. We had pulled o¤ and bedded down, it turned
out, in the middle of the San Felipe garbage dump! Here and there
among the profusion of beer cans and bottles were small piles of still-
smoking rubbish. Thankfully there was nobody else around: we would
have died of embarrassment if a San Felipe resident had seen three really
stupid gringos camping in the town dump. We got out of there just as
fast as we could.
That was certainly the low point of the trip. In daylight, by keeping
the sea on our left and the mountains on our right, we managed to
find the right road and headed south toward Puertecitos. A few miles
later we saw a nice-looking cove, pulled o¤, and made our dives from
shore. The water is always pretty murky near the north end of the Gulf,
but Bob and I managed to collect most of the fish we were looking for
at that one spot, and we transferred them safely to the holding tank in
the pickup truck.
Heading back to San Diego, we stopped overnight at a house up in
the mountains belonging to a friend of Don Borthwick's. We didn't
expect it, but it got very cold that night at our elevation of four thou-
sand feet. There was actually frost on the truck's windshield in the morn-
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