When the cold months rolled in at home in Lake Tahoe, California, we decided to head south in search of adventure, warm waters, and fresh seafood. Baja's rugged coastline and endless opportunities seemed like the perfect place to spend a winter chasing fish beneath the waves. Our convoy—a van built for living and a Ford Bronco—was packed to the brim with spearfishing gear, surfboards, and the essentials for beachside camping. With three people and a dog, we were ready for anything the Baja peninsula could throw our way. Every mile south spiked our curiosity, from bustling towns like Guerrero Negro to remote beaches like El Canejo that felt like they belonged to us alone. The freedom of the open road was omnipresent, and the promise of the ocean’s bounty—of fish or waves—kept our spirits high.