I am in no way an official spokes person for UTMA (Utah Trail Machine Assoc). I was hoping someone else would post pictures of this ride for many many reasons - which I will point out as we go. However, I don't know if any of the guys I rode with are even members of this board and I wanted to remember this ride as long as possible. So I am going to put together a report mostly for myself. If you enjoy the pics great, if not - I don't care - keep it to yourself . I want to give you a little back ground on how this ride came to be for me. I owned a 2003 Honda XR650R, for seven years, that I always imagined I would take and ride in Baja some day (bucket list). However, after riding the bike very little due to what little time I have to ride being on my KTM 990, I decided to sale the bike. The bike has landed in very capable hands - see the report here:http://advrider.com/index.php?threads/xr650r-rebooted-in-kenya.1124780/. 4 days after selling and shipping off the XRR my friend John called and asked if I would like to go to Baja? He knew it was a bucket list item. Son of a..... So I immediately set about trying to find a ride to take to Baja and not lose my shorts at the same time. After a couple weeks searching I found a 2005 KTM 525 EXC with 73 hours on the engine (1480 miles). I could go into a whole report on getting the KTM set up for the trip but I am not a huge tech guy so I'm going to save the details. Let's just say I owe a huge thank you to Dillon - Zen Moto and DOD from this board. Here she is all set up for Baja. John, who lives in Las Vegas, had been down to Baja with this group UTMA back in 2010 and had a good time. He knows Greg, our ride leader also a Vegasite. Greg had a bunch of friends and family come on this ride. That is how a bunch of guys from Vegas and a guy from AZ got on a UTMA ride. (Reason 1 why I should not be doing this ride report - R1). Greg owns Head Down Throttle Back bike shop in Vegas and is a great guy who has a great shop. If I lived in Vegas he would be my guy. I promise much less chit chat as we get into this report and more pictures but bare with me. So after getting the bike in January and having Zen Moto (Best shop in AZ) get it set up for Baja. I got out on the bike for a quick shake down run a week before the ride. The ride was scheduled for 3/12 - 3/19. The plan was we would ride down to San Felipe 3/12 from Vegas get there late afternoon. Sunday we get up do a service project that UTMA puts together, which was fantastic, and then take off Sunday late morning for Mike's Sky Ranch - could it get any better - No. So after an uneventful ride from Vegas to San Felipe we get our hotel rooms and have a meeting with all the other attendees to go over who is in what group, who's going where, etc... There were I think 6 or 7 total groups and somewhere around 100 people (I think) - 3 bike groups and 3 or 4 side x side groups. In Greg's group we had 11 riders. Well as I will soon find out 10 riders and 1 motorcyclist that did his best to pose as a rider , and not die. We arrive in San Felipe - the view from our room: John the night we arrive in San Felipe Me the night we arrive - fresh and ready - that will change. The next morning - DAY 1 - San Felipe to Mike's Sky Ranch. After attending a service project in the morning where one young man in the group for his Eagle Scout project donated 30+ bikes to kids in San Felipe and we raised over $2,000 to buy a bunch of Widow's groceries we took off. Each group going its own way. Our destination was Mike's Sky Ranch. I must confess I don't have a lot of pictures and I plan on using some that others in the group provided, however, these guys rode fast and hard - for me, so not a whole lot of action shots (R2) but definitely some great pictures. With that said there were not many pictures taken of day 1. Everyone was to amped up to get rolling. Taking off from San Felipe, we crossed the first dry lake bed (Playa) I have ever ridden across it was awesome. We came across another rider, from another group, who had not had the warning I had received from Mike and Bob about staying on the designated trail across the lake bed - so that you didn't get swallowed up by unseen mud or other hazards. He had hit a big impression (hole) in the ground doing, what I am sure was probably about 70 and the bike had cart wheeled him and he had broken his leg. Rough start - his Baja trip was over Day 1. We helped him get reconnected with his group and they were able to get him transport back to San Felipe and taken care of. Rest break in the shade after coming off the playa The 525 enjoying some shade. Mike S - not sure what he is looking at Looking back at the playa and trail we came from - connected to a short stint of asphalt to get to lunch. Lunch and Gas break. Someone's home that they have turned the front into a restaurant. L to R - John, Greg, Dave, Jason - waiting for some tasty burritos and cokes John, Greg and Shane - enjoying the afternoon after lunch. Everybody gassed up the Baja way We then headed from lunch onto a great fun flowing dirt road to Mike's Sky Ranch - here is the lounge and kitchen building John and Bob trying to decide if they should take a dip in the green cool water. Everyone hanging out waiting for dinner. John wearing his Oregon shirt to spite me because they had kicked Utah's but that day in the PAC 12 championship game. The line up The view from Mike's Greg's Dad and his side x side group also joined us that night at Mike's Dinner was good - steak and salad. I have always wanted to see Mike's Sky Ranch. It was awesome. I will say this however, if you are looking for a comfortable bed - you aren't going to find it. Thankfully everyone was tired and slept OK. Coming up Day 2 - my favorite After waking up and having a nice breakfast at Mike's Sky Ranch we took off for a long day of fantastic riding. Everyone getting ready to take off. As I said not a whole lot of action shots - from me as I was just trying to keep up. The trail out of Mike's Sky Ranch heading - West I think. Was awesome - challenging, scary, rocky and I live in AZ people - these were rocks. Of course the only shot of the trail was from someone who caught the one bobble I had. (R3) John waiting for me to pick up and get going. You know the drill much steeper, rocky, blah blah blah then the picture shows. Nice cool resting spot after the long rocky downhill. Jody and Bob enjoying the shade Stopped at this ranch trying to figure out where we were and where we were going. After getting lost several times and opening and closing a couple of gates - we hit some asphalt and headed for the best fish tacos of the trip. John and Jason enjoying the tacos B - F John, Mike, Jody, Robby After lunch it was back into the mountains for some of the best single track I have ever ridden. Reminded me of Southern, Utah (red dirt, junipers). The trail was very challenging but fun. Off camber, very tight - Awesome. Robby resting - I'm sure waiting for me Everyone waiting for me While out riding on the trail Greg and I ran into Bill Nichols - Baja legend. He had made the trail we were on and was leading a group of riders from the Arizona Trail Rider's Association. Here I was in Baja riding with a bunch of guys from Utah, and Nevada and run into a bunch of guys from my home AZ. Here we all are resting and BSing. Greg - leading the way After the epic single track we jumped on this to the coast Then it was a long - 30 mile stretch on asphalt along the cost in the dark to El Rosario and dinner at Mama Espinoza's. Day 3 Started with Breakfast at Mama Espinoza's - then gassing up for the day. and then We all took off out of town to head to what Greg referred to as the Point Baja light house (I think). This was a great wide open dirt road to the coast. Bob handing out stickers to the school kids on our way out of town towards Point Baja. Greg, Mike and Jason It was right here that my trip changed. I was riding up to this spot when I saw a large wash/ditch which slopped towards the ocean cliff. Not sure how deep and wide it was I had visions of the guy who broke his leg on the lake bed the first day after hitting a big wash out. I was standing on the pegs and grabbed to much front brake planted myself on my head. (R4) I'm sure it was a fantastic sight for everyone. The stupid thing was it was only a couple of feet deep and about 4 feet wide. I could have easily just goosed it over it. Here I am after everyone picked me up and did their best not to laugh at my stupidity. Checking out the collar bone - which I am still dealing with - not broken - but sticks up a couple of inches. The Ortho thinks its a dislocated or partially dislocated clavical joint (CT Scan Fri.). Still had to get some pictures at the beach in Baja though. John and I enjoying the views. At this point I knew I was going to be one hurting mother after the adrenaline wore off. John graciously asphalted it to Catavina with me. So the rest the guys could go ride some epic single track. I believe the next few pictures are from that section. Although John and I slabbed it Catavina - the ride was not that bad. We actually were able to jump off in the dirt along the asphalt and enjoy some good riding. We also were able to stop and see some very cool petroglyphs thanks to the suggestion of Mike S. right before entering Catavina. Picture of John next to one of the biggest Saguaro's I have ever seen on the trail to the petroglyphs. The hike up to the petroglyphs - John got to do it twice because he forgot his back pack Got to the Hotel an tried to relax The line up at the hotel in Catavina Day 4 I decided to load the bike up on the trailer, Greg's friend Dave H. was providing a chase truck for the bikes and side by sides. I road with him to Bahia de Los Angeles - while the rest the boys went out and rode, which I heard was a very challenging day - my aches and pains needed the rest. Although my pride is what hurt the most. These photo's I believe are from their day You can tell Bob is grinning from ear to ear Greg and Shane It couldn't have been to hard a day - Mike found a place to take a nap L to R Shane, Mike S. Mike T., John, Jody, Dave, Jason, proprietor, Greg, Bob Mike T. Bob This was at the end of Day 4 - when they all arrived at the Bahia de Los Angeles - I took a picture of John when they pulled up and he said. That's it the last time I'm going to raise my hands today - because I won't be able to later. He was whooped.