RickG: I had some of my greatest camping AND social feasts in Baja. Back in college, we used to take my jeep to Bahia San Quinti'n (in the days when the pavement ended about 3 blocks south of Hussong's Cantina) where the first stop was always at the casa of farmer and fisherman Leo Moreno, on a bluff just north of the Bahia. Leo would always have big lobsters, crabs, fresh corn, whatever the land and sea offered up that day, and a choice camping spot for us overlooking a blowhole and the entire Pacific. He would always insist that we had more food and firewood and company and music and that we paid way too little money for it. Leo always just seemed happy to have someone there enjoying his beautiful spot on the bluff and the bounty of his land and ocean. Taught me a lot about "camping". And you are so right: It didn't feel like an "activity"; it just felt like living.
