Baja Calls |
The mystique of Baja always calls to us. The more adventure the better - and you never really know what’s going to be around the next corner on the winding backroads of Mexico. We loaded the bikes and boards, crossed the border and drove about 300 miles south to a section of coast that we wanted to scout.The van was base camp and the next morning was a 100-mile day of scenic riding along the coast, all while breathing that crisp mixture of desert and ocean air. We passed through several fishing villages, got a little lost, and ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere 30 miles from camp. Adventure was now reality. As frustration began to set in, a lone beat up Ford Ranger came bumbling down the dirt road. The gas gods must have been shining down upon us, because the driver offered to fill our tanks back at his fishing shack. We got back to camp just in time to watch several orcas surfing waves and hunting. There we were, tired and covered in dust, the sun setting, and beer in hand watching killer whales after a long day of riding. It doesn’t get much better than that.
We woke up stiff, sore, and before sunrise to find a pack of coyotes scavenging the remnants of the orcas' dinner that had washed up on shore. We took a few minutes to marvel at the circle of life before switching back into full-on mission mode. After a quick surf, we loaded up and drove north through the Baja 1000 course to cheer on the racers and find some more camping, riding and hopefully some waves. The search was on, the grins were out, the light was perfect, and the roads were fast. The surf could have been bigger but the people and adventure couldn’t have been better. Baja had shown us once again why it’s important to go see for yourself: because you never know what’s around the next corner.