Tag: 27.5+
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Loreto to San Evaristo
“We gonna start another war!” yells the older French Canadian guy. We’re burning some palm fronds that I gathered up earlier from around the campground. The fat bases of the fronds make pretty decent firewood. “Another war!” he yells at…
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Loreto to Agua Verde to Loreto
— Ok, I think I’ll be good now. I stand up slow, covered in spiky grass seed. I’ve had four very loose stools (to use the clinical term) in the last eight miles. The delicious eggs we ate at that…
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Mulege to Loreto
Can’t pass up the Lava Pies for reakfabst. — We’re at an RV park that’s mostly full of retired Canadians. It’s real cheap, the view is good, and the shower is nice. I’m on the beach, trying to clean the…
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Camino Diablo to Bahia Los Angeles
“Stop here. Here, come up here. To the line. What is your business in Mexico, and where are you going?” says the border guard. He frowns and crosses his arms. I push my bike into Los Algodones, totally overwhelmed. The…
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Phoenix to Ajo
An A-10 pulls out of a strafing run, jet engines echo off the mountains. It takes a couple seconds for the sound from the gun to get to us. And at 3,900 rounds a minute, it sounds more like a zipper,…
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Black Canyon Trail
I sit up, and brush my face on ice-crusted nylon. Geez. I thought Sedona was supposed to be warm. “Colleen, stop breathing so heavy. You’re making it snow inside the tent.” “I’m not breathing heavy! You sleep with your mouth…
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Mostly Not Kokopelli’s Trail (again)
I wake up, roll over on the slick rock. Thought I saw a camera flash. No, probably wasn’t anything. Back to sleep. Then another one. Headlights from one of those stupid side-by-sides? A rumble. Lightning. I roll over to look…
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