This year was a low-budget funfest. We flew to Cabo, rented two jeeps and headed east around the peninsula. We stopped at a great right-hander which I believe was called 9 Palms or Boyscouts. We setup camp on the beach and the fun began…. This was the year that Wyatt stomped on an urchin and pee’d on his foot. Brozda, whose father is a doctor, swore that urin would neutralize any poison. Wyatt bought it until Neumann bellied up and tried to participate!
We went late in the summer, August I believe and the heat was off the chart. Someone fortunately brought a tarp which we strung between the jeeps for shade. It was a lifesaver.
Fun waves, about 3′-4′, good conditions and a blast with nobody out.