In 2006 I did a three day full tactical mission 500 miles down Baja in hopes of scoring a particular right hand point. Upon arriving in the evening I was greeted with howling offshore winds up to 30mph. After spending close to an hour trying to set up a tent in the frigid sandblast I opted for a motel room. When I awoke the next morning my eyes were crusted from all the dirt blowing around the night before. When I walked down to the beach to find spitting six foot barrels groomed to perfection my eyes had no problem staying open.