Having spent the previous night nearly halfway down the Baja peninsula, Mike and I had to leave early the next morning to make sure I got to La Paz before sunset – most of my friends were arriving around 3pm, though my girlfriend wouldn’t arrive until the day after.
The road from Guerrero Negro to San Ignacio – the fog combined with the sun made it difficult to see through my visor. (Can you see Mike up ahead?):
Unfortunately, I lost my main camera this day so the majority of photos from today are gone – thankfully I had a backup point and shoot and my GoPro helmet cam to snap a couple. Because of that, I don’t have any shots until 480 miles later in the trip, when we got into La Paz. At this point, Mike and I said our goodbyes and he continued down to Cabo. 20 minutes later I was at the start of the dirt road (called the Mogote Road) which feeds into the resort:
I had trouble getting directions to this dirt road which lead into the resort, and managed to spend 20 minutes at a gas station asking for directions. Because I was baking in the hot sun, I took off my camera (which I had been wearing around my neck) and put it on the back of the bike. Apparently I forgot to secure it before taking off again. Of course, I didn’t realize it until I was halfway through the dirt.
Here are some GoPro shots from the Mogote Road:
It begins.
Took a little while but I found the smoothest part of the road was on the left edge.
Got my share of sand, even on some uphill portions.
About halfway through, I stopped to take a break.
This is when I realized I had lost my camera. I had to go back to the gas station, but by that time the camera had been picked up by someone and unfortunately not returned to the gas station attendant.
I got to a ‘Propriedad Privada’ sign and a gate that was thankfully open, because there was no one in the booth.
Finally, I saw the complex of buildings in the distance.
After 10 miles of dirt and a little too much sand later, I got into the resort so I could finally enjoy some concrete roads:
This employee pointed me in the right way, but I still managed to get lost.
Thankfully, another employee told me to follow him in his golf cart.
I was then taken to the ‘office’, which is just one of the homes that’s been converted. As soon as I pulled up, I saw a lady with a red dixie cup. This was going to be my kind of resort.
Having covered about 1,000 miles of riding in the last two days, I enjoyed a chance to soak in the hot tub for a bit, then a few of us got to the dock where a shuttle takes residents across the bay into La Paz so we could grab some dinner:
I ordered a Papa Rellena (stuffed potato) – here they sort of split it open and make a plate out of it.
The first night, I decided to sleep outside on the patio. I fell asleep to the gentle sound of waves brushing up against the sand. Very lovely.
