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.