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Got Baja (Part III): Blue Water and Bad CV Joints
Ah Baja, a crystal clear sunrise, isolated sandy beaches, warm sun, cold margaritas…and a hangover. It’s the kind of stuff that invokes thoughts of a Jimmy Buffet song—but not on this south-of-the-border morning. Adrenaline shot through my veins as I awoke to the high-pitched whine of a Class 1 buggy clearing a rise just a few yards from our tents. It…
