Mag Bay Chronicles - Who invited her?

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Mag Bay Chronicles - Who invited her?

We just got back from our annual camping trip to Mag Bay. In all my travels world wide I can't recall visiting another place with more sea life or bird life then Mag. It is one of the most spectacular places on our planet.

It has never been hard to find a wide open bite in the mangroves and clamming for chocolate clams has always been easy and very fruitful. We can buy all the fresh shrimp and crab we want from the Mexican fish camp near by and order lobster if we desire.

The place we camp is near the southern end of the bay. It is 20 miles off highway 1 down a horrible washboard road. The reward of taking the beating on the road has always been worth it. This year the road was in exceptionally bad shape and we suffered several challenging breakdowns.

Heading North outside of La Paz it started to rain. In more than 20 years we have never encountered a drop of rain on this trip. In fact it has probably been 20 years since I needed wipers on our motorhome. Flipping the wiper switch the blades swiped the windshield one time and I could here the linkage that drives them fall apart. Now stuck in the rain on the side of the road it took about 45 minutes for me to cobb up a half baked fix so we could continue. It wasn't the best way to start the trip but no harm no foul and we made it the rest of the way to our camp without incident.

We weren't as fortunate on the way out. My coach sputtered and quit after a short time. It turned out to be a clogged fuel filter which made good sense after the shaking we had taken. Almost to the highway after 20 miles of hell I had to change the filter again. Pulling next to John I noticed he had shredded a tire on his trailer. After the repair Rick pulled up next to me and notice my trailer had a broken leaf spring. Now this looked like it could be a real disaster until the last in our caravan Clifford pulled up and just happened to be carrying an extra spring. Now on the highway it looked like smooth sailing but we couldn't catch a break. Clifford had a flat tire on his 5th wheel. It looked like an easy fix until discovering his spare was the wrong bolt pattern.

All is well that ends well. We are back home now and like I said the trip is always worth it. We have learned no matter how we prepare there will always be curve balls. On a high note after having to call a tow truck 2 years in a row Rick was the only one to not suffer a breakdown .... although, he traded his motor home for a tent!

It didn't take Jen long to get in the action with spotted bay bass

Jen has the hot hand and hangs a grouper

Nice halibut! Who invited her? I can't keep up.

Lots of photo ops

Every turn in the mangroves yields new sights

Frigate birds

While Jen smacked the fish I got some cool photos

Rick became best friends with Rafael after calling him 2 years in a row to get towed

No more tow for Rick, what the heck is it?

I don't know about this?

Holy cow, looks pretty comfortable now

John loses a trailer tire to the washboard

Oops

Mark Rayor

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