Embrace our southern neighbor's sun, surf, and sippables

Designed by San Diego architect Jose Garcia, “luxury camping hotel” Endemico Resguardo Silvestre goes above and beyond most normal camping hotels that merely offer you a tarp and several hair-raising stories about the origin of Bloody Mary. How they do it: the property sits on a 40-acre winery high above Guadalupe Valley (about an hour and a half south of SD) and consists of 20, 215sqft steel “EcoLofts” (each stuffed with a king-size bed) that're are so green they're built off-site and then placed on stilts in an attempt to have even less impact on their knees the environment. For a good time, call that number you found scribbled on the wall in the restroom. For an even better time, stick to this itinerary: Morning: Go back to sleep, child. You're on vacation. Later Morning: Get the adrenaline pumping and possibly see that pig from the Geico commercial by hitting Las Canadas for a 2mi-long zip line canopy tour. Or, if you prefer your Baja with a hefty side of shred, cruise a couple of miles up the coast from the Highway 3 turn-off to the ever-consistent point break at San Miguel, or get all Gerard Butler and hitch a boat ride out to the waves of Todos Santos/ Killers, though they recommend you pay the captain half before, half on return so he doesn't leave you (um, seriously). Afternoon: Soak your bones in the infinity-edge pool/ spa cut into the edge of the mountain while telling anecdotes about almost getting ditched at Todos Santos, then hit up any number of wineries (like maybe the one you're sleeping on?) in the region, as it accounts for 90% of Mexico's wine production. This includes celebrated grape stompers like Casa de Piedra and La Escuelita, where, if you so desire, the winemaker'll actually teach you his craft. Evening: After your appetite is wetted/whetted, drag yourself over to the restaurant for all-local fare like beer-battered Ensenada fish tacos and parmesan-smothered Chocolata clams au gratin prepared by the kind folks of the Culinary Art School of Tijuana, whose location suggests they probably have a few hair-raising tales of their own.