Hello, Baja California! What an epic day. I rode through desert, pine, snow, and wind. I crossed a border, and was chased by stray dogs. With the sunlight fading, a burnt out headlight, and several warnings not to ride at night in Mexico, I found the nearest hostel: Ensenada Backpacker. They welcomed me in and I squeezed my scooter into their locking courtyard. Stripped of saddle bags, it just barely fit. How will I extract it in the morning? That’s a problem for Future Steph. Man, I don’t envy her.
This is my first 300 mile day in months. I fell asleep the instant my head hit the pillow.