Welcome to The Lounge

We make our way down the sandy washboard road and take a slow roll through the campground to figure out the basic layout. Honestly, it was kind of intimidating because I could see that there was an organized fishing community on one end, a lot of open RV spaces on the other end, and not much room for newbies in between. Luckily, a few weeks before the trip, I have been in contact with San Marcos Mike about the tackle, camping, etc and when it came to details he just said simply - find Alan "Voodoo Lounge" Lewis when you first get there and he'll take care of you. So that's what we did, and boy did it pay off. Initially, he looked at us with the skepticism of a tax audit, but he quickly warmed up when I mentioned Mike told us he’d know where to camp, launch AND catch fish. We must have looked like some helpless pale faced newbies, because for some reason which remains a mystery even today, Alan took us under his wing and took charge. Before we know it, he magically ‘un-reserves’ a waterfront campsite, volunteers the neighbors shade, gets the boat launched because the tide is right, draws a map of the cove and it’s zigzag exit route, tells us where to get bait, where to find the yellowtail and invites us over for dinner the next evening, all in the span of about 15 minutes.
From left to right: Alan, Kevin, Sam and Steve, Dirk, and Rick and Wendy.

24 hours later we’re sitting in the Voodoo Lounge, eating 'the real ceasar' salad , having already finished an appetizer of sashimi with wasabi and soy and looking forward to a dinner of grilled bacon-wrapped yellowtail medallions in a lemon dill caper sauce, fried rice, steamed carrots, garlic bread and a bottle of Two-Buck Chuck......and it’s the yellowtail that we caught that day. Pure bliss, elation, spacey fuzzy feelings, whatever you want to call it – never in my wildest dreams did I picture a day in Baja like that!






We couldn't (and still can't) thank Alan enough for his hospitality, good food and hilarious conversation.