Catharine and Les of No Agenda World Tour stopped by Coyote and shared our palapa for a couple of days
Martha and Kurt the THE Black Dog, Libby, hosted us, Steven, Dave and Mel for NYE. Steven, Dave and I are all friends on FB, but this was our first time actually meeting in the flesh
Kurt had been riding in front of us the night before and realized how dim my lights were. He had brought down a pair of Rigid Industries LED lights for his dirt bike, and decided instead to very generously put them on the Transalp.
The neutral light on the Africa Twin would not turn off, all of the sudden, so with the help of a few of our kind neighbors on Coyote Beach, Roel sorted that issue out just hours before leaving for points South.
Just as the sun set one evening, three riders arrived looking for a place to camp. All of the palapas were full, so Roel invited them to share our palapa and beach space for the evening. We soon figured out that two if the riders were non-hearing while the other was a sign language interpreter for college courses. We had a great evening "chatting" with them and being inspired by their unique adventure.
After a tearful goodbye to our Coyote Beach family in the mid-afternoon, we knew we weren’t going to make it very far and stopped for the night in Loreto. We were just going to check out an RV park we’d heard about as we were in need of some internet, and who do we find? Chris, the guy we knew from Horizons Unlimited’s Mariposa meeting. So we decided to camp there and hang out with Chris for the evening.
Loreto Centro
Mision Loreto
We had been hemming and hawing about riding the 80 kilometer round-trip road out to Misión San Francisco Javier de Viggé-Biaundó so the next day, we had a look at the route before heading out… Well, needless to say, it looked like too much fun to pass by so we headed there.
The road climbed and climbed and wound around and around.
For the most part, the tarmac was in excellent condition until we hit a 1 kilometer stretch of extremely bad corrugations that shot straight up and wound to the left.
Back on the tarmac, we were flying along again until we came up over a hill and found a nice little river crossing at the bottom… it would be my first one. And Chris’s.
It was a little less than a foot deep at the deepest, and concrete at the bottom, but it was just really preparation for the next several river crossings we would encounter… some more shallow, some a little deeper and one where they had apparently never laid concrete.
It went fine and on the way back, Roel even encouraged me to ride through the deeper part of the rocky river crossing for more experience… the wheel wobbled a bit, but of course found it’s way and it was great :)
Chris and his KLR
The Misión itself was lovely, and we spent about an hour stretching our legs and enjoying the views.
Mision San Javier
We met a family from La Paz who were visiting for the day… they were Honda fans and insisted upon giving me an appropriate hat to wear to cover up my helmet head
They also kindly offered that we could camp in their back yard when we made it to La Paz.
The three of us rode South for another couple of hours to Ciudad Insurgentes and pulled off a sand track that led a couple of kilometers off of the highway. We cooked while the full moon rose and shortly thereafter dodged into the tents to get warm.
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