Riding quickly to the coast the anticipation continued to build as the five bikes twist and turn like a giant snake, in unison on narrow, perfect black asphalt waiting for the first glimpse of the crystal clear blue water. The miles continue to tick off when suddenly, exiting a turn as the elevation is decreasing, heading to the coast, the blue shimmering bay comes into view just minutes north of Santa Rosalia.
We make the turn at the coast and continue our southbound route riding through Santa Rosalia as the sun continues to fall in the western sky. Our timing is perfect as we skirt the coast catching glimpses of the water and then turning inland and then back to the coast as the colors of the mountains and water change with each minute. As we come around one last corner we have our breath taken away from the beauty of the bay at Coyote Beach, our home for the next couple days.
We pull up and park our bikes in front of Carla and Jonathan’s casa, just shaking our heads to be able to stay, even briefly, along this stretch of the Bahia de Concepcíon, what Jacques Cousteau probably considered an Eighth Wonder of the World. With sunset minutes away, we unpack the bikes and walk mere steps to the water’s edge to take in the beauty as the setting sun casts a multitude of colors and shadows across the waters onto the 4,000 foot mountains on the other side of the bay.
Over the next couple days we went kayaking, swimming and relaxed enjoying the beauty of the bay.
Locals stopped by delivering fresh fish, shrimp, lobster and vegetables out of the back of their vans for just pennies of what you would normally pay. Let me tell you, lobster and eggs for breakfast is indeed a treat.
On our last day there, Randy, a neighbor, took the lot of us out on his boat for a tour, some swimming and alcohol consumption. On the boat was our captain, Randy and his nephew, Kurt and Martha Forget of Black Dog Cycle Works, who have their winter home here also, some riders from Rawhyde adventures, Dusty Wessels and Jeff Camacho, editor of Overland — Scott Brady, and our motley crew. The area is even more beautiful from the water.
These next two pictures were taken after we left, of our friend, Kurt Forget, Black Dog, swimming with a Whale Shark.
Our day ended with a cookout at Randy’s place (have you ever seen charcoal started with a blower?) and hosted by Black Dog Cycle Works. It was great end to a fantastic day spent with friends. Thanks guys!
Special Black Dog sticker
The next day we had to say our goodbyes and head back to work. Riding south along the bay we enjoyed more fantastic views, got in a little water crossing and had breakfast at Los Mandiles de Santa Lucia on the Gulf of California in Loreto. The food was good but too many gringo tourists. Much better to eat down the street at the Sea-Coffee Cafe with free WiFi.
Here is a YouTube video of our ride north along the bay.
After breakfast we rode back north spending the night in San Ignacio again.
During the night the rain moved in and the cold with it. Riding though the mountains we stopped for breakfast at one of the Baja 500 checkpoints, the El Palomar, in Santo Tomás. The El Palomar has a restaurant, bar, hotel, curiosity shop and fuel. This is a must stop on the way just to see the history here. A brick fireplace was the centerpiece of this unique establishment and I had a fantastic breakfast, Huevos Rancheros.
After breakfast, having warmed up and with full stomachs, we rode north and crossed in Tecatè again.
Till next time…Cheers