Guerrero Negro!

My RX3 right where it belongs!

Guerrero Negro means “Black Warrior” in Spanish and it’s the name of a vessel that sank off the coast of the town we rolled into this evening.   Today was a long one….400 miles, roughly, from Ensenada all the way to Guerrero Negro.   We’ve had no problems finding fuel in Baja, there was no labor unrest in San Quintin, we found our hotel and we’ve already met up with the whale watching tour dude, and life is sweet!

My RX3, with Joe 2 in the background….two great friends. I shot this photo earlier today at a Pemex station.

400 miles, and our riders were all troopers.   The ride out of Ensenada was a misty one, and my face shield was wet for a good one hundred miles.  The scenery was awesome as we rode across northern Baja’s wine country along the Ruta Vinacola.   This is a great group of riders…safe, polite, funny, and just plain great company.  Hey, I grabbed a good photo of James, too!  He’s from Texas!

Good buddy James, a cool guy from Texas.

We had lunch at Mama Espinosa’s in El Rosario, topped off the tanks again, and then headed into the mountains.  The weather has been cool enough to allow for comfortable riding when doing our ATGATT thing, and that makes for great riding.

Dan making a new friend at a Pemex station somewhere in Baja.

It’s a long 221 miles from El Rosario to Guerrero Negro, and we stopped for gas in Catavina at the unauthorized Pemex station…

Matt, checking out the gasoline dummy…

Carlos, after buying a bottle of gasolina.

Joe 2 at the desert gas station.

Tuan, one of the several mechanical engineers on this adventure ride.

After topping off our tanks in Catavina, it was back on the road for us for the last 130 miles to Guerrero Negro.  We wanted to make it before dark and we did.

On the road in Baja. The RX3s are performing well.

Another washed out vado south of Catavina.

Dan the Man on the road in Baja.

Another view from the RX3 saddle.

Chasing Tuan across Mexico.

We’re having an exciting trip.   We checked into the hotel earlier this evening and hooked up with Martin  (it’s pronounced Marteen) from the whale watching company.    We had a wonderful seafood dinner at Malarrimo’s.   Good times with great people.  I sure love these trips.

My RX3’s digs for the evening.

Dinner by Malarimmo’s, photo by Barb.

It’s going to be a good day tomorrow.   It’s whale watching in the morning and the cave paintings in the afternoon.  We’ll have Tony’s fish tacos for lunch in between those two outings.  What an adventure and as my good friend Reuben (who rode with us on the first CSC Baja ride) would say:  What a life!