We explored a little further South, all three traveling in Charlie’s truck. We drove through a little fishing harbor and checked out the housing along the beach. We were particularly taken with the double-wide on the concrete slab overlooking the ocean. Eventually we took one of the side roads to a beach camping area. We drove out on the beach a ways and before we knew it the sand had gotten really soft and we weren’t going anywhere. After letting a little air pressure out of the tires, we were on our way. Heading back North, we stopped at Rancho Percebu. The military inspections along the road were much better than dealing with the local police. They mostly just waved you through after asking where we were going, occasionally taking a quick peak in your vehicle. Though they weren't going to let Charlie through until he pronounced Percebu correctly, eventually I started saying it from the back seat.

Rancho Percebu is another beach camping area with a little bar/restaurant. Charlie had heard about this place from friends of his. They are famous for their Cazuelas. The Cazuelas are made in a large clay pot with a mix of alcohol, fruit, and ice and come in sizes ranging from $10-$200. I’m glad we opted for the $10 version as we determined they are more famous for the gimmick than the quality. We soon switched to Pacificos to wash down our tacos for the remainder of our time in Percebu.

We headed back to San Felipe to see if anything was going on in town. While there were a few more folks in town, it was far from hopping. We checked out Christy’s again, but left after seeing one of the cops we bribed in street clothes there. We figured he was either working undercover or spending our money from the night before. We walked down to Club Miramar and there were a handful of the Baja racers there partying. We hung out there for a while had our first Dos Equis. It started dying down, so we walked down to Rockodile. It had a little groove going, with loud dance music and a fairly decent crowd.

We spent most of the evening there, partying and having a good time. They played a lot of music from our high school days, which had us singing along with the crowd. Though we were drinking Dos Equis, I figure we probably had like Veinte Equis each before we left. We had been told Al’s was a good late night place and decided to go find it. The more we looked, the more different directions we got from different people. Eventually we were stopped by the cops, for no reason this time. After showing them our IDs and trying to get them to tell us where Al’s was, they ended up giving us directions back to Christy’s, so we kind of played dumb and left it at that. We stopped by Christy’s for about a minute and left because it was like a sauna in there. We called it a night. In hindsight, I think Al’s is the equivalent of a San Felipe snipe hunt.