I'm not so naïve to think that others out there will agree with me that driving dirt roads is a lot of fun. Plenty of people find it meritless, no doubt, and I understand the criticisms. With the freedom of getting out there and away from the eye of authority, there's an absurd few who take advantage of the situation when "no one is looking." They'll abandon their unwanted furniture . . .
My wife is the oldest of three siblings, so when her youngest brother settled into starting his Ph.D. earlier this year, I think that set off a small amount of anxiety in my father in-law. Not for the schooling, but because life was changing. You know? So he lobbed this idea of taking a full-on family road trip to see Yellowstone National Park in the summer of 2013; it's a trip he'd always meant to take his kids on, but other trips made thier way to the top of the priority list every year. His kids were now moving on to their adult lives, and who knows how much time each of us has left, so we all made it happen.
Taking an adventure trip down Mexico's finest 1000-mile peninsula defined by dirt roads, expansive desert, empty beaches, Suess-like boojum trees, lobster burritos and friendly culture is my kind of trip. You knew that already if you've been here before. My last Baja trip with my tribe of girls was three years ago, and I'm ready for another. It was a year ago that I learned of Adam and Emily Harteau of the blog Our Open Road, a happy couple with a little heatbreaker named Colette; you might know 'em too. Two weeks ago The New York Times . . .