One final ride south to bring us to the meeting of the seas, where the rocky spine of Baja finally allows itself to be washed over and submerged. But ever since we reached La Paz, it feels like we crossed an invisible boundary that effectively makes the entire bulbous tip of Baja an island, rather… Read more…

Day 2 Now that we’re on the Pacific side of the peninsula again, and camping, that means we’re back to that improbable (but apparently quite consistent!) desert fog. Condensation actually got so bad inside our tent that it began dripping onto Rett’s forehead in the middle of the night, forcing me to get out and… Read more…

One more relaxing morning at ‘The Wave’, with another relaxed luxury breakfast at La Esquina, where, once inside its brick walls, it feels like you’re sitting in an garden-filled, open-air European village square. Elfi was an awesome, generous, old-school AirBNB host (a gallon of drinking water in the room, a gift of fresh strawberries, a… Read more…

Day 2 We woke to our fledgling owl still hanging out on his own in his palm tree. The forecast high was 75 deg F, and that was the forecast for the next week or so. We’ve been living for so long with the idea that it gets hot as soon as the sun gets… Read more…

We try to avoid calling this thing we’re doing a “bike tour”, since we spend so much less time actually riding our bikes than that term implies. But even for us, sixteen days between significant rides is a rarity only exceeded by our time off in Redlands, CA while Rett’s back was healing. Luckily much… Read more…

Part 2 Day 2 Now off the island, we started our transition back to unhealthy eating by extracting the maximum value from the included breakfast buffet at our fancy hotel. Then we spent much of the morning rearranging the contents of our bags to get them back to bike-touring mode rather than the kayak-touring mode… Read more…