The plan was simple: Trailer 2 dual sports from chilly Salida, CO to Yuma, AZ, ditch the truck and trailer, and ride two spectacularly overloaded small bikes across the border for ten days of awesome. The plan was going without a hitch until my WR250R died 9 miles north of the Mexico border. After several hours of working on it, turning down some great offers of parts from inmates that would have kept us in Yuma for too long, and being all but blown off by the dealer in Yuma, we developed a new nearly-as-awesome plan: I would drive CodyS's Toyota Tacoma and he would soldier on bravely with his TE630. To cement the plan in place I bought a cooler and 5 gallons of water. "We have a cooler and all this water- I have to take the truck!" The next day I crossed into Mexico for the first time in a truck that didn't belong to me following a bike that is capable of leaving me in the dust at a moments notice. I knew as much Spanish as I could glean from a reference book that accompanies an audio Spanish tutor program without the audio CD in a few hours on the drive down. Cody has been to Baja several times and I was hoping for some handholding on the way down. I got a little, but my fear of the unknown faded away as my left elbow tanned up nicely. What follows will be a report about the cool stuff in Baja and what we found to be awesome. Sure, both of us rode and there are some sweet riding pics, but that isn't the coolest part of Baja... That award may belong to the dogs. It's not hard to be cool as a dog in Baja.