I was standing on the highest point in Baja — the highest point for hundreds of miles in every direction. To the west I could see the Pacific Ocean. To the east I could see the Gulf of California.
August 2, 1984
I was standing on the highest point in Baja — the highest point for hundreds of miles in every direction. To the west I could see the Pacific Ocean. To the east I could see the Gulf of California.
In the waters just off the Coronado Municipal Golf Course, from the clubhouse stretching south about half a mile, more than twenty boats are anchored year-round while their owners live aboard them, and another seventy …