Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Posting from a bar on the sea of Cortez. Last stop for libations before Laredo, as we drank all the Tecates at the little shop 30 k's from here. We have actually back tracked since Christmas. Friends from Oakland enticed us to Coyote beach for some beach lounging, fire top fish cooking, and inflatable boat paddling, in December. How could Tryman refuse. Our bags we left in Laredo. Planning on fast and light to cut our efforts in the prevailing north wind as much as possible. Ambitious but rubbish, we had to make camp half way to the beach. Trevor ' s tires have been turning into spike balls, shredding every inner tube in sight. They are regular thorn magnets here in the desert, home of every thing spiky. He is a champ, readying this morning, carefully patching the five punctured tunes draped over his handlebars, while the two he has installed deflate just from sitting there. Cool thing is the patch kits you buy here are in huge boxes of forty-eight! And feature the moniquer "thumbs up" a little reminder that even the least rad day on a bike trip is still really rad.
Sun setting, I leave you to imagine the waves crashing and the pelicans diving. I have a kilometer to ride before our next camp, and photo uploads are discouraged in the land of satellite wifi!
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
We are back on hw 1, swarmed by vans with surfboards on top, tractor trailers and other dwellers of the fast road. The hot springs were expressly amazing. Totally worth climbing into the freezing altitudes, and barreling down the straits for. Two days were spent, and un countable liters of Pacifico cerveza passed back around. The road to and from was delightful, then we passed by Gonzaga, where the winter winds whipped up the sand and dust, forcing us to hide behind bandanas. A sandy highway in mid construction marked the next phase of travel, a part we were warned about, it was now time to pay the piper.
A few kilometers of sand road gave way to hard pack, with lots of sharp rocks. Our compatriot Carol quickly got the idea that this was un passable, and we flagged her a lift in the last jeep of the day. Tryman pushed foreword, gaining elevation by hook or crook, and we got a pristine camp spot with all the splendors of Baja in view. Trevor, our chef de cuisine found a great nook to break the wind for him, and our kingly meal of beans and tortillas was had under full moon light. Ten kilometers into the next day, we happened by a desert oasis. Cold, cold beers in a fridge and a stopping spot for locals, Coco's corner, half way between nowhere and somewhere was a mighty good place to sit. Coco, a legend in the off road community welcomed us in, saying he had been waiting for for us for two days. news travels faster than bikes on the road. He scribed on our map, marked a few places that were good to camp, and then had us sign his guest book. He pointed out all the bicycle riders from the past few years, there was one just 12 days before. A truck then come into the lot, the passenger had just completed in year's running of the Baja 1000, Coco offered us for them a lift in their off road prepared truck, and with Simons and Trevor convincing, I let my bike be stacked like a piece of pie on display, and we were carried up the road at an awesome speed.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Lots of ideas come and go while biking, the hard part is catching them before you stop peddling and they leave. I'm working on that so for now, it has been amazing few days, leaving Ensenada to bike over the Sierra Juarez, camping at 4,000 feet elevation. So made San Filepe, and are continuing to puertecitos, for a soak in seaside hot springs. Our comrade is Caroline, I'll let her blog speak for her found here http://www.thequietmouthofcaroline.com
Picture of our water re up.