I heard a few coyotes wailing in the middle of the night in our wild camp, but otherwise slept pretty well. The occasional truck going down the highway a quarter mile away didn’t do much to disturb the quiet. Rett didn’t sleep quite as well, which is understandable since it was her first night ever… Read more…

One more breakfast at…Mama Espinoza’s. For the second morning in a row, a tour bus dropped a load of Americans into the restaurant, presumably to look at the memorabilia and buy some of the various stuff for sale. They kind of wander around for 10 or 15 minutes and then leave. On the one hand,… Read more…

Our garden hotel was so fancy that they had coffee in the office in the morning, a first in Mexico. However, the restaurant was not open for breakfast, and since it was far (by bicycle) from town, we made do with some vending-machine snacks to get us going (and it seemed the vending machine stock… Read more…

For our second night at Hotel Pedro San Martir, there was no music at all (nor even any during the day), so sleep came easier. On the other hand, with the cloudier and windy day, we could only get the temperature in the room up to 68 deg. F in the afternoon, so that meant… Read more…

We went for breakfast at the Valentina restaurant in front of our hotel. The proprietor again did a great job of communicating simply, and I was proud that I could respond smoothly with “harina” when he asked “maiz o harina” (corn or flour) for my tortillas (yes, that’s what qualifies as “good” Spanish for us).… Read more…

Thanks to the journals of Baja touring cyclists who have preceded us over the years, we have been able to settle into an easy rhythm of ~25 mile days, with known stops available at those intervals. I still don’t know when “high season” in Baja might be, but the empty motels and restaurants tell us… Read more…