Up at dawn in the morning and the sun’s shining.
The routine is the same each day: get the bike ready and rigged before breakfast, eat fast and go.
Today we’re headed inland to central Baja and then due south to Guerrero Negro. Off we go
Towards some hills
And into the cactuses. It was cold. Actually I was thinking that the best measure of the cold is how often I’ve not worn my thick winter gloves. Three days since September 30. Oh well
Whoa!
More and more beautiful by the mile. This is Baja as I imagined it
Baja’s big and there’s about a 400K stretch down the middle with no gas. So you buy it at the side of the road. If you’re on a KTM you’re screwed as the octane is about the same number as your heart beat. But if you’re not riding a hysterical little orange thing it works fine
Fill ‘er up says Lucinda
And the village
David, our Baja 14-bike-owning horticultural expert, tells us that this site is the only place in the world were palm and cactus grow together
The road riding was good. Twisties through cactussy hills, drops, walls, all good. The first opportunity to ride fast and we do. I’ve written *slow down * with a fat Sharpie across my tank bag window. It works in a subtle way. More on this later.
The road kill here is big. Here’s a cow. As I rode by there were big red-headed (yeh, I know, typical) vultures parked on it. We did a u-ey and they’d only moved a grudging dozen feet away
Another village. No gas
A full days riding brought us back to the coast, into Guerrero Negro
Helge got this vanity shot of us from a bridge or something coming into town
