We got it goin about 7:30am and the first 40 miles were climbing and my legs were thrashed. The last 20 miles were all power climbs and we had a pretty GNARLY headwind. It started to get really bad so I got angry and turned on the after burners. The last 20km I gave it 100%. I left I all o. The road as I headed j to La Paz. I was thinking how I only had a few miles left til me riding in Baja was over. My legs hurt like crazy but I flew into La Paz right at noon. 60 miles in 4.5 hours but we had over 3000ft of climbing again today. I did not k ow that in Baja I would rather over 1000 miles and climb over 20,000 vertical feet. So much for my dream of it being flat enjoyable Riding by the ocean. Dane, Jeanine, and I were supposed to meet at the El Cardon trailer park at kilometer 4 and get cleaned up, go on the Internet, and do our laundry. To bad the place had closed down and didnt exist anymore. Well it turns out meanings travel book gave us bogus intel so I just kept rolling into town until I saw a papas and beer o. The beach with blue water and sailboats. It was weird. After riding through so much barren dessert La Paz is just prestine and truly tranquilo as the locals call it. As I was taking a picture I asked as employee if he knew of somewhere I could take a shower and he pointed Kentucky marina across the way.
So is strolled over to the marina office and was getting the run around and aady overheard the whole thing I told me I was her new guest. She took me over to the marble ted bathrooms and let me in and asked mr to cone have a beer with her and her husband when I was done getting cleaned up. So I got cleaned up and headed over to their boat slip. You know- the 80 ft one with the biggest sailboat I ve ever seen.
It had everything it had blah blah blah blah you get the point. They made me margaritas. They brought me a beer. We became BFF's. I looked at the Sea of Cortez and it seemed like a fitting end to Baja. Of course I should end up randomnly on an 80ft yacht sipping a margarita and staring at the sea and pontificating about my wonderful existence. Why the heck not.
I called Quinn and checked my email and Jeanine had read my tweet about papas and beer and we there. I went and got her and her, myself, Kim, and mike from the yacht went and got dinner at a dope mexican place. Kim and mike insisted on buying us dinner THEN they gave us a ride to the ferry in Pichilingue. AGAIN my luck in totally nuts. Stoked. Stoked isn't an adequate word so how about flippingtastic. Yep is it flippingtastic.
So we met Dane at the ferry.
He ended up riding there. We are hanging out watching this Mexican dude croon and sing and getting buck wild with his cowboy hat.
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