MASA point.
The next morning the tide had killed Quatro Casas, so we just drove south along the coast and surfed a rocky beach break, hereafter known as
MASA Point because of a nearby landmark. The waves here were small but fun, and it was exciting to surf a remote section of beach, with no other humans around for miles. In fact, the only other forms of life we saw were a few suicidal cows that without fail attempted to cross the dirt road immediately in front of the van right as we approached, some stray dogs, and a curious seal who popped his head up from from the water to occasionally gaze at us. Shark attacks are rare in Baja, but I remember contemplating the sobering thought that should a shark attack or any other serious injury occur, we were at least two hours away from even semi-well equipped medical facilities.
After a short session, we began the long trek back to Los Angeles. The dirt roads, toll booths, detours, military checkpoints and border crossings added up to a 10 hour drive before we got back home.
