After rendez-vous in San Diego, we spend the night at Josh's brother's place after torrential rain.
J-L and Ron reading the map.
The border at Tecate. Brad forgot his ID, but immigration doesn't even care!
We met this guy, Elden, at the border. He'd been riding in Baja "Longer than you pups have been around!" He shared many of his secrets with us.
I thought Brad was going to run me over for a split second - bike skidded in the sand!
We get lost on a dirt road and wind up behind a locked gate. Thankfully, the ranchero goes off to get the key and is only too happy to let us back onto the main drag.
Heading south towards San Felipe.
One of probably a dozen water crossings that day.
Skies still looking ominous - we ride through a village that has just seen the storm. There's hail on the ground and we ride through a flash flood. No time for photos!
Next morning - camping under a palapa on a deserted beach, just south of San Felipe.
Ron works on his sand riding technique. He fell off 10 seconds later and some locals died laughing!
Puertocitos. Just off the right in a small inlet were a pod of dolphins.
The desert was ablaze with flowers after record rainfall.
Coc's Corner - a famous stop off for Baja travellers.
Cards and memorabilia from passers by.
Signing the visitors book with Coco.The route we had taken that day used to take 5 days in the 1970s, the road was so bad.
Warning - keep off the french fries!