In a sign of ever-increasing strength, we were up at 5:45am and feeling ready to duplicate yesterday’s record distance, while also throwing in way more climbing. Though, I did still spent a while scouting out wild-camping possibilities in case our reach ended up exceeding our grasp. Despite being a tiny town, Las Pocitas held the… Read more…

This morning when the alarm went off, our bodies were ready for the big-mileage day. We ate our in-room breakfast (heating water for our AeroPressed coffee again on the stove outside our door), and were on the just-lightening road at 7:30am, our earliest start ever. For the third day in a row now it was… Read more…

Sometime in the middle of the night I partially awoke in our tent in the desert and imagined that the outside of our sleeping bag was soaking wet. Sometime later I woke again, and it was dry, so I said “ah, good, that was just a weird dream before.” But when our alarm went off… Read more…

We seem to have perfected slow-travel: across the last 19 days, we’ve managed to move 85 miles south. That’s an average of less than five miles per day, and a distance that a younger version of my bike-touring self would frequently exceed in a single day. We generally don’t see any problem with this unusually… Read more…

Day 2 Rett woke with little appetite, so it’s now clear that she’s likely suffering a less hard-hitting but similar case of pathogen-induced digestive illness to what I went through on the opposite end of Bahia Concepción. Late in the morning she eventually ate some eggs, perhaps because her body’s demand for calories after yesterday’s… Read more…

How do we plan things in this nomad life? A couple weeks ago, Rett had been looking ahead to tours in La Paz, but I had read some good things about Bahia Concepción from blogs of previous bike tourers, so I suggested that maybe she should research options there first. She ran with the idea,… Read more…