3/13 – Baja Head
212 miles. I meet many new people, but it’s not often I get to see repeat faces. I was happy to see Susanne again at Ensenada Backpacker! Solo cyclist extraordinaire and fellow extended travel person, we shared a room with when I first passed through Ensenada. We met some...
3/12 – Tamales and Spaghetti
52 miles, round trip to the first restaurant I found open for lunch. It was Cinco Islas, fresh fish tacos, with owner/operator Augustine. Dinner with new friends, Mike, Kristin, Don, and Mary. Such kindness! Time slips away in a place like Puertecitos....
3/11 – Tide Pool Hot Springs
162 miles. The 24 miles of dirt from where I turned off of Mex-1 for Mex-5, via Coco’s Corner, took me 4 hours including rest time. When I found pavement again, I spurred the scoot along at 70mph – it was the sweetest pavement in all of Mexico. The...
3/10 – Whale of a time!
I hopped a ride with Mauro and Alessandro in Mauro’s 1971 Toyota camper! They had supplies to pick up in town, I had baby whales to pet. The camper has a top speed of maybe 40mph, making for a slow, beautiful sunset ride back to Mauro’s Posada....
3/9 – Desert Pit Stop
184 miles. At Maxine-Rose’s request, I have a second drawing from today too, of us hanging out at Mauro’s Posada....
3/8 – All in a day’s riding
132 miles....
3/7 – Chickens and Chicken Scratching
Relaxing and drawing at the hostel today. Headlight bulb: replaced. Back is still sore, so I took a walk/scramble along the rocky beach and watched yet another sunset. A couple seals barked at each other on the rocks. My face is a bit sunburned, I think. Ahh....
3/6 – Bikes Pull In At Sunset
86 miles. My back muscles are sore, but what a sleep. Nice slow ride via La Bufadora to Coyote Cal’s Hostel, a day late. The two adventure bikers I met at the border arrived, along with another group of six riders, guided by Chilly. Rick started a fantastic fire,...
3/5 – Future Steph’s Problem
304 miles. 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...
3/4 – Rally Withdrawal is Bittersweet
225 miles. At the end of the rally everyone goes home to their normal life again, many to nurse beaten bodies and bruised livers. I go back to…more riding. What is normal anymore? The waxing desert moon glowed pale blue through the fabric of my tent, bright enough to...