Today was a day for proper exploring. We've got a couple days to make it back to the truck in Tecate, and only about a day worth of riding if we go straight there, so we decide to see how lost we can get. We follow our nose up a big wash, and through some old abandoned roads working our way first to the East, and then North. Eventually, we come to the end of the map, but it seems like there are options heading the direction we want to go, so we start exploring them. This is literally the only picture I have, once it started drizzling I put my camera in my pack to keep it dry and never got it out again. Seldom used roads give way to unused road, and all dead end or circle back around. After about 80 miles of exploring, we're about 5 miles from where we went off the map we have. Rain is closing in, it's time to bail. Despite the fact that we were unsuccessful in finding a way North, this was some of my favorite riding of the trip. There's a feeling I get when I'm following my nose, with no particular idea of where I am or where I'm going, that is irreplaceable. It's a feeling of self reliance and complete involvement with where I am. We come out South of San Quintin, and the rain starts falling in earnest. Soon we are cold and wet and bedraggled, so we stop in for a meal. Too soon, it's over and we're back on pavement heading North. We get into the Meling Ranch (this is one of my favorite spots in Baja, try it instead of Mike's Sky Ranch the next time you're down there!) after dark and seriously hypothermic. They build a fire, make us some dinner, and get some hot water going for a shower. The fireplace in my room seems to vent exhaust inside, so I'm left to decide between hypothermia and Carbon Monoxide poisoning. CO is the easy choice, I figure I'll just die peacefully and warm in my sleep.