Can’t pass up the Lava Pies for reakfabst.
We’re at an RV park that’s mostly full of retired Canadians. It’s real cheap, the view is good, and the shower is nice.
I’m on the beach, trying to clean the sand out of my headset so that it stops crackling (which is going about as well as surgery in an airport bathroom. Or, that time I tried to drain a staph infection with a razor blade that I sanitized with a couple matches. Or, that time my friend Scott tried to drain a staph infection with steak knife that he didn’t sanitize with anything. But you probably get the idea. I was getting sand in the headset).
Mostly I’m just happy to fiddle with my bike for a while. It’s a rest day. One of the older Canadian guys walks up to us with a bunch of fish.
“You want fresh fish?” he kind of yells.
“Oh, thanks,” Colleen says, a little surprised looking up from her book. “But we don’t have a way to cook it. Thanks though.”
He looks offended. “Well I’m going to go clean it. If you want get the fish, come over to our camper,” he sort of yells again. He shuffles off, shaking his head.
A while later, the older guy shuffles by again. “You know if somebody offers you fresh fish, you should take it,” he yells.
“I wish we had a way to cook it, but we just have a little alcohol burner,” Colleen says. Partly we’re just being lazy. The store is a half mile away, we’d have to buy limes and salt and stuff. And there’s a restaurant 20 feet away that also has fresh fish, and they’ll do the cooking.
“Well let me tell something about when you’re on these trips. Somebody offers you something, you should take it. They offer to let you come to a party, go to the party. There are lots of different people down here, and you get to see how they live. But people on bikes, they’re always here in the afternoon, up first thing in the morning, then they leave.”
“Sorry, we just didn’t have a way to cook the fish,” Colleen says.
“Well I would have cooked it for you,” he yells. Wish you would have given us that option before, I think.
There are a lot of people traveling in Baja. Everybody goes to the same places, but we get there a little differently.
Every time we run into other travelers, judgement both ways- you’re crazy to: ride on these highways, leave the highway, drive that giant RV mega bus, carry so little gear, carry so much gear, stay in hotels so often, camp in the middle of town, camp in the middle of the desert, pay for a guided tour, skip the cave paintings.
Crazy to camp in the RV park for eight years, crazy to leave the RV park after a day. And so on. Everybody’s right and everybody’s wrong.
So I guess it’d be better if we all stopped worrying about it.
But one thing that’s definitely wrong, and probably worth worrying about- Mexican electrical work:
We’re in the little beachside bar at the end of the night with a tattooed Californian couple, exchanging names with the couple that runs the restaurant.
“Su cameron…” the guy starts (your shrimp). Everybody busts up. He looks confused. “…es muy bien,” he trys to finish, but we’re laughing too loud. We pay and head back toward the beach with El Cameron.
Out of Mulege, and into the mountains.
The first surface water since the Black Canyon Trail north of Phoenix. The Sonora, Desierto Colorado, and Visciano makes places like Moab and Grand Junction seem like friendly places to be a big thirsty mammal.Not that I’m calling my wife a big thirsty mammal. Thirsty or not, she’s very small compared to most of our species. Although compared to a thirsty squirrel you’d have trouble calling her a small thirsty mammal.A jar of peanut butter (center right, behind the front wheel): San Juanico. Scorpion Bay if you speak Surf Brah:
Baja is an awesome place, and there are a lot of things I love about it. But the quality of the bike riding for bike riding’s sake isn’t at the top of the list. It’s very sandy.
La Purisma- and on the subject of thirsty squirrels, there was one here. A squirrel isn’t so notable on it’s own, and these trees are place I’d expect squirrel to live. But the surrounding desert- the horror a squirrel must feel out there. I wonder how many squirrels died following squirrel Moses to this oasis. We usually cook on a cat can alcohol stove (super cat!), but have had trouble finding alcohol that burns well. Fortunately, wood burns good.Dog smells we have food, dog wants to be friends. This picture was actually the subject of a minor argument- Colleen said she was going to take a picture of the dog looking through the cactus, then I took a picture of the dog looking through the cactus, and thereby stole her intellectual property. I offered to delete the picture of the dog in the cactus, but the damage was done. So here’s the dog in the cactus. Enjoy the image. I hope it’s worth the verbal abuse I’ve suffered.
Places in Loreto have coffee that isn’t Nescafe Instant, which might be the first time since we left the states.
One place in Loreto, El Zopilote, brews beer. It’s amazing- definitely the first time since we left the states. I mostly forget what beer made by people that care about beer tastes like, but I think the pint was pretty good. It tasted like flavors, not yellow fizz.
I figured out how to get all our GPX tracks onto a Google Map. Might be useful to somebody planning something sometime (said everybody that doesn’t want admit that their blog is primarily a digital monument to themselves), but here it is anyway. I like clicking around on it:
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“Somebody offers you something, you should take it.” – This will probably be my motto every time I go bikepacking.
Anyway, those are lovely, lovely places you’ve been to. What I would give to be able to go there, too.
It’s a pretty rad place, I’d definitely recommend a trip
Again awesome pictures. Love the writings. Glad to see you are still having fun. Any idea when you think you will be returning to the states? You coming back by train or are you going to ride your bikes back. Anyway take care be safe guys. Love you. Aunt Linda
I think we might get the train back, but we’re not totally sure yet. Should be sometime in the spring. Love ya too
Awesome stuff. The ride out of Mulege looks great. Alcohol in hardware stores (or sometimes the dedicated paint stores, rarely in the Comex) is called alcohol industrial. the stuff that says 96 at the grocery doesn’t work as you have learned, but some pharmacies sell 70% or 90% ethanol, not isopropyl as in the states. If you find anything with 70% you might just burn it in an open can, such as the bottom of a beer can, but at that point it is kind of fun to have a small fire just to make coffee in the morning.
We have see water in the Sierra de Juarez, Sierra San Pedro Martir, and you missed a bunch of water leaving Coco’s if you take the road left towards Calamine then out to the highway about 20 miles south of Chapala. Hope to catch you two down south.
Oh cool, we’ll check around the ferret stores for some industrial strength stuff. And really? Surprised we missed that much
ON ON !!!