41 miles. Sash and Steve know how to work the included meals. It’s like they’ve been doing this for a while, or something… When I finally got antsy from the coffee shop, I caught up with Steve on his ST for a scenic loop around Gates Pass....

152 miles. Over time, one of the things that happens with extended travel is that I stop putting my life on hold because I’m riding. Riding isn’t a vacation for me, in that vacations are usually departures from normal, everyday grind and a chance for people to go crazy...

Last car day with Tim, a whopping 635 mile drive back to Phoenix just in time for his red eye back to Providence. Upon Matt’s suggestion, we stopped by Frontier Restaurant for lunch – absolutely winning. Also, Albuquerque is visually trapped in the 70s. Also, fandom donuts (bitch!)....

The coyotes kept me up at night, then Tim stole my sleeping pad as soon as I was off to pee. We counted 9 antelopes gracefully bounding through the campground in the dawn light, went by White Sands National Monument, and saw the world’s largest Pistachio nut?!...

Be mindful when collecting rocks for the fire pit around here… In spite of Tim’s uncanny sense for the Mexican border and superconscious determination to point the car that way, we managed to find ourselves in Tombstone, AZ (tourist town in perpetual reenactment mode…that I was surprisingly into!) and...

I’m with Tim again, riding passenger in a rental car, just for a few days! How lucky, we hit rain. Tim is grumpy, but I am pretty pleased to be in a protected metal bubble for the first precipitation I’ve seen in a while. I also have no problem...

226 miles. Actually, that should read Tempe, AZ. My check engine light came on and flicked off three times today. I checked the engine and oil level and there was no apparent reason for the light. Then, Tim suggested perhaps it was due to lower octane fuel. I realized...

238 miles. Speed bumps in Mexico, or topes, are not always well indicated. Also, I have not hit my taco wall yet, but it’s time to go back to the U.S. Hello, Yuma, AZ! I evicted a pink tailed lizard for my camping spot off Ogilby Rd. I hoped...

Joined in with fellow hostel stayers for a group tour of the wineries outside Ensenada. What a luxury, to play tourist for the day and be driven around in a van, stepping out just to take photos and drink!...

My guts were roiling all day and I needed proximity to a reliable toilet. I took the opportunity to rest at the hostel and use their limitless and speedy (by comparison!) wifi, while Susanne and Matthew took the bus to La Bufadora....