- Slept much better
- Beautiful sunrise
- Donkeys in the middle of the night
- Pretty easy ride out of the mountians
- Super beautiful
- Ride into town
- Went to the beach
- Leila got yeeted
What Happened
Today was the last day of biking – it kinda felt surreal. Leila and I woke up just before sunrise and started packing things up. We had slept under a tree and that provided some protection from the dew – but not 100%. My tent was a little wet on one side. During my packing for this trip, I waffled pretty hard on what sleeping set up to bring and am glad that I brought my tent. Its been a trusty companion (even if the poles have now ruined two nice bags in their lifetime). The sunrise was incredible this morning – Leila made some coffee, we ate some food, and then we headed off.
The idea for today was to get going early and beat the heat on our “last climb”. We were on the bikes by 8am and were still out of the sun thanks to the mountains. Our last climb turned out to be quite pleasant and went by more quickly than we thought it would. For so much of the early morning we were stopping to take photos of the light on the mountains, the beautiful valley, or anything that caught our eye. It felt pretty magical to share the ride with Leila as she was also super excited to capture moments on her camera (it is also nice to have a photo or two of me).
We descended this incredible road and stopped more or less every minute for a while to fix some kind of malfunction as our gear was being thrashed around on the bikes. After the descent, we had a pretty boring gravel and then pavement ride into town. While riding on the terribly tiny mexican highway shoulders, the vast majority of drivers gave us the space we needed to be safe – which was kind…
We made it into town pretty early and could not check into the hotel. Neither of us had been down to the beach and we decided that we had the time to kill, so why not! The ride through town was both fun and a little terrifying. The roads were very congested in town and the drivers were a little less kind. The route was also not straightforward as we were making all of these turns and taking back roads to avoid more heavily trafficked areas.
After ~1hr of biking through the city, we made it down to the water. The water here was so much calmer than what we had just experienced in Todos Santos. It was so nice to be back by the water – which was also warmer than Todos. The most interesting thing about this beach was how strong the current was with the waves. We could see people being moved quite a ways with each set coming in – regardless of how big or small the waves were. When Leila and I went to get in, Leila went to go under a wave and got picked up and thrown, then dragged onto the beach. We both could not help but laugh.
We spent the better part of the afternoon at the beach. When we got hungry, we biked to a taco shop and had the only purchased fish tacos of the trip. They were pretty good, but I wish more places had fish to eat during the rest of the trip. After food, we went right back to the beach to let the food settle. We swam a little and even spied on Mark Zuckerburg’s luxury yacht.
Around 3pm we decided to start the bike ride home. We took the same route that we came down on, yet the ride felt significantly shorter for some reason. I have no idea why, but both of us were quite amazed at this. We cleaned up – there was a lot of grime and salt – and I started packing up my bike + gear. It was no surprise that it went pretty quick to throw everything into a bag and call it good.
For dinner, we went to the same spot that I went to on my first night here. A small, but incredible, taco/platter place with some of the best hot sauce in all of Baja.