And So It Begins

As I sit at the airport at 5am, my phone buzzes with a text from Dave, who is in Redding with Randy. Evidently the hotel had a fire alarm during the wee hours of the night, so the guys pile out to the parking lot of the hotel, only to find the cooler has been stolen out of the bed of the chase truck! Oh dear, the baja nothing-goes-as-planned has started early. I am supposed to land in LA before noon, I wonder where I'll end up?