A sleepless night by the roar of cars and trucks driving by on the highway. I was up as soon as I could see sun meet land. I coasted into San Vicente and got some birria quesadillas and coffee. Then I pedaled. In Colon I got some fish tacos. Not the best, but only $2. Then I pedaled. The towns today all looked the same...dirt pull offs to the store fronts meeting the road with no shoulder headed straight south. I passed the turn off for Cuarto Casas Surf Hostel. Skip it. I wanted out of this never ending strip of the same town.
In San Quintin I got shot in the ass with a BB gun by a kid younger than me riding in the bed of a truck. His friends didn't realize, but when they reached a safe distance beyond a red light he told them and they all laughed all seven of them. At first I thought it was a rock but it stung for longer than I expected it to. It was a good shot I must say. And what could I have done about it even if I wanted to? Karma's a bitch, kid. The next same town to the south the string ended and I was 60K from El Rosario, gateway to the Baja Desert. Bring it. I've been pedaling since dawn and I could go another 60 so I could start across the desert in the morning. If I see Evan it'll be in the next day or two. In the perfect world we'll arrive simultaneously where the dirt road heads north to San Felipe. Otherwise its <1200 K to LaPaz. Holy Shit. I came back in sight of the ocean in the Valle Tranquilo and decided I needed to spend the night on this beach.
I watched the sun set over the pebble beach with waves crashing and pelicans in flight before moving behind the large dune to take shelter from the wind. Not a person or even a light in sight and brighter stars than I have ever seen. Muy Tranquilo indeed.
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