Unfortunately the World's Largest Tequila Bottle of Enseñada was emptied just before this photo was taken, by a couple of thirsty gringo dudes.
Behold the power of Scott. The Bufadora, just south of Enseñada, is a spot with the right combination of wind, tidal force, and rock formation. the three elements converge right here behind Scotty, shooting water as high as 30 meters into the air.
The tarantulas of Anza Borrego. Lightning quick and bloodthirsty, these little guys bombarded our camp late at night, possibly even influencing this author's decision on whether or not to bring out the tent. This one also happened to dart right under my left foot as it connected with the ground during a routine step.
Scott enjoying some of the finer things in life: Anza Borrego State Park, chairs with armrests, and 24 oz. bottles of Red Stripe Lager.
Welcome to Big Tejunga, aka Monkey Canyon and Scotty and I's first excursion. This place, however, is not found in the deep, dark jungles of Panama, but just off the 210 interstate in Pasadena. Note the fine frescoes on the surrounding rock walls designed to induce a sense of isolation and tranquility. Diego Rivera? Nope, a collection of talented local artists. Mexico next, I promise.
Unfortunately the World's Largest Tequila Bottle of Enseñada was emptied just before this photo was taken, by a couple of thirsty gringo dudes.
Behold the power of Scott. The Bufadora, just south of Enseñada, is a spot with the right combination of wind, tidal force, and rock formation. the three elements converge right here behind Scotty, shooting water as high as 30 meters into the air.
The tarantulas of Anza Borrego. Lightning quick and bloodthirsty, these little guys bombarded our camp late at night, possibly even influencing this author's decision on whether or not to bring out the tent. This one also happened to dart right under my left foot as it connected with the ground during a routine step.
Scott enjoying some of the finer things in life: Anza Borrego State Park, chairs with armrests, and 24 oz. bottles of Red Stripe Lager.
Welcome to Big Tejunga, aka Monkey Canyon and Scotty and I's first excursion. This place, however, is not found in the deep, dark jungles of Panama, but just off the 210 interstate in Pasadena. Note the fine frescoes on the surrounding rock walls designed to induce a sense of isolation and tranquility. Diego Rivera? Nope, a collection of talented local artists. Mexico next, I promise.
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