Back in 1975, KT and I had our first memorable close encounter with Mexicans at a beach on the coast side of Baja, near I can't remember what town, probably Mulaje or close to it. There was a secondary dirt road off the primary dirt road off Mexico 1, with a sign saying "A La Casa de Todos" and even our limited Spanish told us this was direction to "Everyone's House." So we followed the secondary dirt road, while the sun dropped toward the ocean. And we got to Everyone's House a half-hour or so later, only to find it deserted. There was a big ocean breaking down below us, and we smoked some weed we'd brought from Berkeley, descended the cliff below the House and above the beach, strolled the beach while the sun set, decided to eat saved-stuff for dinner before crashing in the house, and climbed back up the cliff. Which was when an open jeep-load of four youthful Mexicans drove up and parked; and two of them - with wet suits on and spear-guns - got out and walked over to talk to us. I tried to converse with them in my 25-year-old high-school Spanish, and at least I got over the idea that we were friendly, happy and harmless tourists. So the four of them ran down the cliff and across the beach, hit the water, and commenced to fish out of inner-tubes in the big surf.
The first page of Chapter 30 of California Girl begins:
"Nick steered the red rocket south on I-5 while Lobdell smoked a cigarette and looked out at the new nuclear power plant at San Onofre.
The Country Squire had two surfboards strapped to the top and food and water and camping gear in the back. Nick and Lobdell had tried to dress more like surfers than cops but Nick figured they just looked like cops in sandals"." (p 285)
When the four Mexicanos had caught and saved enough fish for a nice cook-out, they climbed back up the cliff, and started to roast them in the pit outside the Casa; and the same dude who I'd talked with before invited us to share dinner with them. Which we did -- and that open-fire-cooked fish was extremely wonderful. After dinner, the four Mexicans drove away, and KT and I slept the sleep of the dead inside Everyone's House.
Chapter 31 of California Girl continues with the following sentences:
"Mexico State Highway 1 led south through La Gloria and Costa Azul. Then Rosarito, Popotla, and Punta Descanso. El Morro and Santa Martha. Satini Las Gaviotas and Puerto Nuevo"." (pp 287)
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