If adventure means pain, close calls, and exhaustion, then we´re having one. The highlight so far has been the ride from Ensenada to San Filipe, taking the detour along the Baja 1000 course to Mike´s Sky Ranch. Except nobody told me they get snow up there, thank you very much, with temps in the 20s. . The good news is the mud puddles were frozen to the ground. We didn´t get a lot of cash before coming into Baja, thinking we´d find an ATM. Oh sure. There are three of them in San Felipe, all out of order. The only bank wouldn´t dispense cash over the counter. So no dinero, senor. We had just enough to fill our tanks and make it, hopefully, to Guerro Negro, 250 miles away, half by atrocious washboard. But in a tiny dive of a town with only a dirt road, Ben got arrested for passing a truck. The only truck. The one that pulled off the road and stopped so he could pass. He did it at less than 10 kph. They took Ben´s license unless he could pay the $12.50 they wanted. So we scrounged quarters in the glove compartment of the Jeep, dimes in pockets of my pants and came up with the money, barely, and they let us go. Pics of Ben at the station when we get home. ...gotta run....out of time at el internet cafe.