The trip back: La Paz to Salinas
There are daily flights from La Paz back to the Bay Area. But I hate flying with a bike. I … Continue reading The trip back: La Paz to Salinas
Baja 48: this is the end
I woke up to an incredible sunrise. Also, so many tiny terrible bugs that I actually pulled on my mosquito … Continue reading Baja 48: this is the end
Baja 47
Oh look at that. Day 47 and also my first day of being 47 years old. I woke up several … Continue reading Baja 47
Baja 46: Happy Birthday Gretchen
While I was making my morning coffee, an old man came walking up the path. He did a double take … Continue reading Baja 46: Happy Birthday Gretchen
Baja 45
It was a windy morning. Things tried to blow away but I caught them. Once again I was climbing mountains. … Continue reading Baja 45
Baja 44
I washed my pants in the sink and dried them with the hair dryer. Afterwards they looked even dirtier. There … Continue reading Baja 44
Baja 43
It rained off and on all night. I worried that I might wake up in puddles, or a mud pit. … Continue reading Baja 43
Baja 42
Super foggy morning. I woke up to a world of gray outside my tent. I put up a rope and … Continue reading Baja 42
Baja 41
During breakfast, I met another cyclist. She was riding solo, hitching a little. It was exciting to meet another woman. … Continue reading Baja 41
Baja 40
I rode about 10 miles to San Jose de Comondú. A steep drop into a canyon bristling with date palms. … Continue reading Baja 40
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