Pacific trail

The next day we continued to travel up the Pacific Coast. It was great seeing this coastline again after so many years.

The riding was what we had come to expect - washboard, sand, some low hills. Lots of great ocean views. Looking back, I appreciate that this is pretty much world class terrain.

Can't remember, but I think at this point I was riding without a clutch again. Went down on the left side and snapped the lever! Brian tried concoting a baling wire solution that was about 10% effective. :) I'll put up a pic of that in a post that I'm planning called "What could happen?".

Take the picture above and stretch it out for hours and hours. This is what I bought the bike for; this is what I rode in the sand for. This is what I drove coast to coast for. Can't wait to do it again.

End with a sunset.

The Pacific Coast

The next day we turned north. Loreto was as far south as I was going to get; Charlie and Brian had been to La Paz. That's the bad news. The good news was that we had several days of great riding ahead of us on the Pacific Coast. I'd spent a fair amount of time surfing North Baja when I was in college, so I knew what lay ahead. It did not disappoint.

So, it was back up Highway 1.

There were numerous washouts north of Loreto as well, but they were all passable. Apparently this guy got stalled in the vado during the rain and eventually was pushed sideways and the over on his side.

At least this time it wasn't raining and we could see the views we missed coming down. It's really a shame, because South Baja has some great camping, fishing, snorkeling. If I didn't camp here back in the late 70's, I camped in some spots just like it.

Just north of Santa Rosalia we followed the signs to the Tres Virgenes volcanoes ecological preserve. They've done a beautiful job setting up a couple of cabins and a restaurant here. I'd love to go back and hike the area. Plenty of road to explore on a bike as well.

Eventually we got north of Guerro Negro and took the first dirt road out to the Pacific. The first view of the ocean is always a rush.

We didn't travel very far up the coast that night and camped a point that was probably Bahia Blanco. There were some surfers there. In the morning they were catching some fun little right handers.

Here's the campsite.