Up early and on the road. Said a temporary farewell to the Sea of Cortez, and headed in land, up into the mountains ( well, big hills).
George seems to be getting used to the roads without shoulders, or maybe it’s me that is beginning to relax.
Desert is now what I expected - lots of brown, sparse plants. And then, we get onto the southern plateau, which is a very, very flat landscape, with farming, and plowed fields, and green crops. I get confused. Flying over, we saw nothing green.
Drove about 136 miles, past through the town of Cuidad Constitucion ( Constitution City) and to our camp for the night. It was an open area with hookups, and lots of parking.
On our trip up the Baja, we stop here again but this time we have tacos and folkdancing. Arrived around noon, so we had time to explore and do some provisioning. This town was weird, because, once you left the highway, the roads were dirt until you came to a grand boulevard - paved, 2 lanes each way, and a treed divider. Then you were back on dirt roads. Someone had a dream that didn’t quite get finished. Saw some interesting churches.
