Monthly Archives: October 2014

We finished riding the Baja, and then went snorkeling.

We went snorkeling in almost-too-perfect waters.

We went snorkeling in almost-too-perfect waters.

It has been nearly a week since we last updated, and in that time we have criss-crossed the mountains on the Baja Peninsula, endured some agonizingly straight roads, and stayed in some very interesting places.  These places included a very welcoming RV park, and cement pads outside of two different elementary schools.  We reached La Paz near the bottom of the long Baja peninsula after nearly 1000 miles of desert riding.  In La Paz we were welcomed by two amazing hosts: Jerry and Celine.  These two not only put us up for three nights, and fed us delicious dinners and breakfast, they also hooked us up with an amazing snorkeling tour in the waters around La Paz.

I will just briefly include a few photos from our last few days before La Paz.

We camped near two elementary schools.  In this picture, we are set up on a basketbal court.

We camped near two elementary schools. In this picture, we are set up on a basketbal court.

We passed through some lovely mountains during an early-morning climb.

We passed through some lovely mountains during an early-morning climb.

We navigated many stretches of roadwork, where all cars were diverted to a parallel dirt road.

We navigated many stretches of roadwork, where all cars were diverted to a parallel dirt road.

Sunrise in a small Mexican town.

Sunrise in a small Mexican town.

Jason en route to the Marine Park.

Jason en route to the Marine Park.

Now, on to the main story of the post: our amazing snorkeling trip.  Six of us, the Philtrons, Tyler, Menno, Kate, and Spencer, joined a father-son guide pair (Leo and Israel) on their boat.  We headed out to the Marine national park of Los Islotes to snorkel with stunning fish and friendly sea lions.  It was doubly incredible because there were so many schools of brilliant fish of all types, and the sea lions were inquisitive, playful, and not at all hesitant to swim right up to us.  On numerous occasions they swam within two feet of us and frolicked endlessly with each other.

The sea lions were not shy at all, and would swim right up to us.

The sea lions were not shy at all, and would swim right up to us.

Approaching Los Islotes Park

Approaching Los Islotes Park

So much life here!  Look at all the bird poop.

So much life here! Look at all the bird poop.

Underwater life.

Underwater life.

Multiple sea lions frolicking under in a deep water area.

Multiple sea lions frolicking under in a deep water area.

So so many fish!

So so many fish!

This is the perfect beach, truly.

This is the perfect beach, truly.

After that, Leo and Israel took us to a picture perfect beach for more snorkeling.  While here we saw numerous puffer fish and even a zebra moray eel.  It was another incredible spot.

Our crew on the picture-perfect beach.

Our crew on the picture-perfect beach.

We stopped two more places before the day was out: a coral reef for more snorkeling, and a spot just offshore where the whale sharks are known to stop and feed.  Sure enough, we found some whale sharks!  We were able to jump in the water with them and swim alongside, but the water was so murky that there were no good pictures to take.  You’ll just have to trust us that the whale sharks are big animals!

The entire crew from the trip.

The entire crew from the trip.

Our absolutely incredible hosts in La Paz: Jerry and Celine.  Thank you!!

Our absolutely incredible hosts in La Paz: Jerry and Celine. Thank you!!

After the trip was over we were all exhausted.  Our incredible hosts picked us up from the marina and took us back to their house for home-made chicken curry and apple crisp.  La Paz really is heaven!

After a final good night of sleep, we packed up the next day and left to catch the ferry to Mazatlan, where we are right now.  The ferry terminal was about 12 miles north of town, and there were no signs guiding us there.  Luckily, there was really only one possible road and we had no problem locating the terminal.  The boat was somewhat industrial, and we stashed the bicycles in a weird room full of switches and control mechanisms.  It seemed secure though, so we didn’t worry about the bikes at all.  The ride to Mazatlan took about 18 hours, during which we alternately napped in comfortable chairs and slept in our tent on the deck.  Thanks for the Dramamine Mom, neither of us got seasick!

About to board the Baja ferry to Mazatlan.

About to board the Baja ferry to Mazatlan.

Sunset from the ferry was a lovely spectacle.

Sunset from the ferry was a lovely spectacle.

Now we are relaxing for the afternoon in Mazatlan while we gather supplies for the road ahead.  We found a reasonably priced hotel right on the boardwalk in old town with FOUR beds, wifi, AC, a pool, and tons of character.  All for less than $15 each.  We love Mexico!

We made it to paradise, but the stingrays got here first.

This is paradise.

This is paradise.

It has been another great stretch of riding since we last updated.  Although the days blur together, our highlights include meeting and camping with four more touring cyclists, reaching the Sea of Cortes and spending a rest day in the small town of Santa Rosalia, and camping on the beach in one of the most scenic locations we could imagine.  Of course, the next night Jason got stung by a stingray in a similar beautiful beach, but he is ok and we will tell you the story.

Leaving Guerrero Negro (where we last updated) the road took us southeast for the following three days.  They were easy riding days along flat, straight roads through green desert.  On our first day out we met with Menno, Kate, Spencer, and Tanya.  They are from the Netherlands, Canada, Canada, and Germany respectively.  Menno started in Prudhoe Bay, Alaska!  We have been camping with these folks every night since.  We stayed in a very nice campground one night, in front of a half-built hotel another night, in an actual hotel for two nights, and on the beach for two more.  The company is great, and it’s been really fun to have so many cyclists around to share stories with.

Our new friends, exploring in Santa Rosalia

Our new friends, exploring in Santa Rosalia

Our first tarantula sighting.

Our first tarantula sighting.

We have  a new term for the kind of rest we get here: Mexico sleep.  It means that you mostly slept through the night, except for the random and unpredictable noises that woke you up all night long.  For example, we almost always hear dogs barking or fighting, roosters crowing, car music, truck engine brakes, etc.  We are getting used to it though, and it’s always fun to see what kind of animals visit the tent in the morning.  Sometimes it’s a horse, and sometimes it’s a chihuahua.

A friend we made in the small town of Mulege. He rode with us all over the pueblo.

A friend we made in the small town of Mulege. He rode with us all over the pueblo.

During our day off in Santa Rosalia we spent as much time as possible relaxing.  There were chores to do too, however.  We bought a Mexican pre-paid cell phone to send texts and make calls.  It was cheap, and will be useful to us.  We shared a hotel room with Tyler for two nights, and it was a relief to not set up or take down the tent!

New phone!  These nice folks helped us with all the details.

New phone! These nice folks helped us with all the details.

Paradise has black labs to play fetch with.

Paradise has black labs to play fetch with.

After we left Santa Rosalia it was a shorter day of 50 miles to Bahia Concepcion, our intended stop for the night.  The sight of the perfect beach was a little mindboggling.  Tyler negotiated a decreased camping fee for the group, and we all went swimming.  It was stunningly  beautiful and the water was warm. We had a moment where we realized we had just pedaled there from Alaska… we had arrived in Paradise!

Our camping spot in paradise

Our camping spot in paradise

Sunrise the next morning.

Sunrise the next morning.

We liked Paradise so much that we decided to stay on the same bay for another night, but move about 15 miles down the road and find a different beach.  Our new beach was called Playa Buenaventura, and it had a little restaurant, an abandoned hotel, and another gorgeous beach.  We were all a little low on food and water, but the lady at the restaurant was nice and made us all huevos rancheros.   Then the owner got home from the store, and she was nuts.  She came into the hotel yelling about all sorts of stuff and we almost felt like we were trespassers instead of tourists.  She immediately made us tally up everything we owed, told us we couldn’t eat dinner there, and got upset when I asked if we could at least buy some eggs to eat later.  Oops.  Her husband came in and calmed things down a bit by telling us there were clams on the beach that we could go find and eat by shuffling through the sand.

Poor Jason soaking his foot from the sting.  Apparently hot water neutralizes the poison.

Poor Jason soaking his foot from the sting. Apparently hot water neutralizes the poison.

Tyler, Jason and I all went out and started clam-searching.  We found nothing, but Jason got stung by a stingray! It hurt him a lot, and we had heard that such stings can hurt for a month.  He was pretty shaken up, but luckily the owner’s husband and some other patrons at the restaurant knew that the poison could be neutralized by holding the sting spot in very hot water.  The cook was able to heat us some water, and we got a nervous Jason sitting down with his foot in a big pot.  He was so tough!  He held his foot in that hot water for a very long time until it was bright pink and waterlogged, but no longer hurting from the poison.

At one point we had to move him outside and heat more water for him on our camp stove because the owner had apparently hit her compassion maximum for the day and decided we couldn’t get any more hot water from the restaurant. We were blown away by her rudeness, but were happy to tip the cook for all her help.   The whole group of cyclists rallied to help entertain Jason while he soaked his foot, and we pooled our resources to make a delicious group dinner.  By the time we went to sleep, his foot didn’t hurt at all.

The next day Jason was able to ride to the town of Loreto 55 miles distant, and we took a hotel to let him rest a bit more.  We are so grateful that the proper treatment was administered, and that he is now ok.  We have less than a week left on the Baja peninsula, and we are glad Jason can enjoy it free of pain!  Next stop: La Paz.  We hope to take a snorkeling excursion with a tour company and take a few more relaxing days in Paradise.

There are ton more photos that I want to share that didn’t fit into our narrative.  I will put them here at the bottom!

Sunset in Santa Rosalia.

Sunset in Santa Rosalia.

 

In some places the road is still flooded from the hurricane.

In some places the road is still flooded from the hurricane.

Still many desert blooms.

Still many desert blooms.

The desert here is far from boring.

The desert here is far from boring.

Mountains soon!

Mountains soon!

More scenery awaits.

More scenery awaits.

 

Evidence of destruction from Hurricane Odile.

Evidence of destruction from Hurricane Odile.

Daisy and Kate (one of our cycling friends) got coffee at a truck stop in these charming mugs.

Daisy and Kate (one of our cycling friends) got coffee at a truck stop in these charming mugs.

 

Three days in the desert.

We have been so lucky to spend the last three days riding through a green desert. That rainstorm that rolled through a few days ago has set the desert to bloom! We have had some more unique experiences along the way, including camping behind a 24-hour tire store and cafe, and an amazing wild campsite in the desert.

We also hit 6000 miles!

We also hit 6000 miles!

 There are about 225 miles of isolated road between the towns of El Rosario (where we last updated) and Guerrero Negro (where we are now). Originally we had planned to take four days in this section, but we ended up doing it in three because of the placement of small towns for resupply.

Looking out at the desert.  Pre-bloom.

Looking out at the desert. Pre-bloom.

A cactus on our first climb - in the fog.

A cactus on our first climb – in the fog.

Our first day out of El Rosario was tough. There was a steep, long climb that we tackled in the morning despite the persistent fog. The views from the top had us exclaiming in delight for quite a while, until the following climbs stole our breath back. We are still leap-frogging with Antonie and Tyler, which has been very fun. On this day Antonie found one of Jason’s sandals that had fallen off his bike and landed in the middle of the road. With a groan, Jason turned around to search for the other sandal. Miraculously, he found it only a mile back, and about 15 feet off the road. Phew!

The boulder fields of Catavina.  Huge!

The boulder fields of Catavina. Huge!

I swept off our sleeping spot with a 'broom'.

I swept off our sleeping spot with a ‘broom’.

We spent that night in a very small town without an electrical grid. We asked the police-officers in town about a place to camp, and the owner of the 24-hour tire store offered the grounds behind the shop. We set up on a cement pad among barking dogs, but they quieted soon after. It was one of our most restful nights in Mexico yet! Somehow, despite Jason’s near-miss with sandal-loss, I lost my sandals here. They fell off at some point while I fastened and refastened my bags for carrying more water. Drat drat drat!

Our free campsite behind the 24-hour tire store.

Our free campsite behind the 24-hour tire store.

The next day was even better. We awoke to a heavy mist that had coated our tent. Because we had left the rainfly off, the water had gotten in and dripped onto our sleeping bags too. No worries, at lunch we hung everything to dry on the guardrail of the road. In the desert sun it dried in under an hour. The days riding was wonderful: we had no idea the desert could be so full of life. Flowers, cactuses, plants sprouting from every crack. We saw vultures, hawks, and hummingbirds. A few photos:

The stunning, green, road ahead.

The stunning, green, road ahead.

Super giant cactus.

Super giant cactus.

Um, I'm not sure this is really a desert!

Um, I’m not sure this is really a desert!

Yet another valley.

Yet another valley.

Our desert campsite.  Complete with vulture.

Our desert campsite. Complete with vulture.

That night we camped off the road next to one of the giant cacti. We were careful to stay away from the many spines surrounding us! We took showers in the desert from our water bottles, and cooked dinner as the sun set. Just as we were getting ready to eat there was a big ‘splat’. Uh oh. The vulture that had been on the cactus above us had pooped! Of course, I (Daisy) got hit by it and Jason didn’t. What luck! Our final day out of the area was half interesting and half boring. The last 35 miles were on the straightest, most boring road you can imagine. The scenery on either side was flat and completely devoid of plant life, but we powered through and arrived at the town of Guerrero Negro. We like our camp spot here (clean bathrooms and showers), and are looking forward to our next stop on the Eastern side of the peninsula. There have been rumors of great beaches and camping, so we will see soon.

The view for miles and miles today.  Mind-numbing.

The view for miles and miles today. Mind-numbing.

A few more photos for the road:

All our stuff drying while we eat lunch.

All our stuff drying while we eat lunch.

Spot the real kitties.

Spot the real kitties.

Baja California is full of surprises.

Also, full of puppies.

Also, full of puppies.

It has only been a few days since we last updated, but we are having so many adventures and new experiences each day that it is worth another update so soon. Also, while we have internet!

Unexpected wine country

Unexpected wine country

We are currently in the small town of El Rosario, about ¼ of the way down the Baja California peninsula. Our overwhelmingly positive impression of Mexico persists. This area is a study of contrasts: the hills are often stark and boulder-strewn, while the towns are lively and packed with businesses. There is a long agricultural valley with fields of tomatoes, prickly pear cacti, brussel sprouts, and strawberries. There are herds of goats in the hills and cows in the valleys. When we camp there are chickens poking around in the dirt, dogs with puppies, cats, and all manner of insect life. When we go shopping we are amazed at the low prices. A mango was 2 pesos here: 15 cents .

Jason at the taco stand.

Jason at the taco stand.

Remember that last time we updated was in Ensenada, at the beginning of town. We headed away from the tourist strip to find some authentic tacos, and then braved the crazy city traffic to get out of town again. The cars and trucks were all very nice, but the buses were insane! They are privately run, and pick people up anywhere along the route, so they constantly swerve and stop and go again. It was quite an adventure getting out of the city, but we made it.

The tacos.

The tacos.

Crazy bus alert!  There were buses in many colors.

Crazy bus alert! There were buses in many colors.

That night we stayed in an amazing camping area. It was about $6 US per person, and we were given full run of a swimming pool / resort area with rows of picnic tables, a large pool, showers (that kind of worked, sometimes), and a central camping area. We stayed there again with our friends Antonie and Tyler. Antonie has this wonderful book called ‘Mexican Camping’ that details all of these places. Thank goodness for that book!

Huge pool just for us.

Huge pool just for us.

The next day we climbed out of the valley where we had camped and headed back down towards the ocean again. We stopped for lunch in the small town of San Vicente where we again had tacos and also discovered Mexican bakeries and fruit stores. There are so many delicious things for so cheap! We ended up buying 5 small loaves of bread, a large piece of banana bread, and two giant cookies for $4 US. For touring cyclists, this is happiness.

At the end of the day we have salt lines everywhere from the sweat.

At the end of the day we have salt lines everywhere from the sweat.

That night we camped in another swimming / camping area, but a much smaller one that wasn’t in the book. There was a whole pack of dogs / puppies running around that were very cute, but also very shy. There are so many street dogs here, since no one spays or neuters their animals. It is actually very sad, since none of them are looked after very well and there are just so so many. It makes me miss the service and guide dogs that we raised.

The shelter where all four of us stayed dry during the rainstorm.

The shelter where all four of us stayed dry during the rainstorm.

Shitos car wash.  Looks like the car in front came to the wrong place.

Shitos car wash. Looks like the car in front came to the wrong place.

Hurricane Simon passed us over that night. It rained buckets, but we stayed dry under a shelter. The road the next day had flooded areas, and we sometimes had to rush through the puddles to avoid getting seriously splashed by the passing vehicles. In some places the road was completely underwater, and in some places schoolkids were just swimming about in the deep mud puddles! Obviously, this area is not equipped for downpours.

 

Aftermath of rainstorm.

Aftermath of rainstorm.

We had planned to stay for a night in a camping area just outside of the city, but the access road was so underwater that cars couldn’t even get through. After discussing with our camping buddies A and T, we decided to push on to the next town of El Rosario. The riding was great all the way to town: a gentle tailwind, very low traffic, and barren but beautiful scenery. Sure, there was a big hill to climb, but it was just fine!

En route to El Rosario.  We caught up to our friends A and T again!

En route to El Rosario. We caught up to our friends A and T again!

Long, straight roads.  Very little traffic.

Long, straight roads. Very little traffic.

Bruno, our all-night watchdog.

Bruno, our all-night watchdog.

Last night we camped behind a restaurant on the outskirts of town, and were guarded all night long by the owners tough-looking but very sweet dog Bruno. Today we are resting and enjoying all that this little town has to offer. For example, Jason just used the bathroom in the local jail! Tonight we might even stay in a hotel so that we can take some much-needed showers. The next stretch is through the Vizcaino desert for about 200 miles. Don’t worry though, there are some water stops and campgrounds there at good intervals.

One more shot of Jason with the beautiful Northern Baja scenery.

One more shot of Jason with the beautiful Northern Baja scenery.