Thursday, January 18th. Mrs Trip had a little lamb... it's fleece was white as snow.... I don't know where he came from, but the little lamb came around from the back of the hotel, and pretty much attached himself to Mrs Trip as we loaded our bikes. Just about when I figured it would be impossible to pack any more cuteness into a single photograph... The little puppy came bounding up all full of tricks and yelps and vying for some attention. Once he got some petting and some licks in, he chased the little lamb back from where they came.... We hopped on our bikes and rode them down the precipitous walkway, and then down Highway 1. We stopped in a Mercado for some water, and a breakfast of some sticky buns. That's the town of San Telmo de Abajo... ...and once we filled our gas tanks and our hydration packs and our stomachs with the sugary pastry, we turned off the paved highway, heading for the ocean... That's the Pacific Ocean, ...with a capital "P" It was misty when we reached the shore. Guys were working, down on the beach....collecting rocks, sorting them into giant bags... by size, by color.... millions of smooth tumbled rocks were heaped along the waterline. Bags were lined up... waiting to transfer them for building materials. seabirds circled overhead, and congregated on the rocky strand There's a church out there... but no houses around. We turned south behind the shore... the first way I went dead-ended where a channel came in from the sea. I put a foot down...slipped...almost fell. Greasy mud surrounded me. I yelled to Mrs Trip, "Stay Back!!" I'd managed to ride quite a ways into the mudflat before realizing where I was. Just walking was tough. I was able to turn the bike around and dog paddled a surprisingly long ways before I reached solid ground. I scraped off as much mud as I could.... We backtracked and I found the road for Quattro Casas, that led us through the low marshy area that snaked down to the shore. Rode up onto the shore road, heading south. The road rambled over some dry washes as it climbed up higher above the shore. A couple of tracks ran parallel... we'd switch back and forth.... looking for the better surface and the fewest ruts.... It wasn't that bad. In fact, it was a blast! We followed these tracks for a long time... the ocean off to our left, the shoreline out of sight below the steep bluffs. I stuck another steeker to mark our passage.... Finally the straightaway took a couple of twists, and climbed a bit to pass through an area with some houses and a sandy beach. One road headed west. We continued to the south, along the sea. The road ran straight above the shoreline. But every once in a while, an arroyo cut across it. There used to be stone bridges, but they'd been destroyed some time before. These added a little excitement to the ride.... They'd be easy to miss, and ride right into... The road moved closer to the sandy cliffs that stood against the sea. The waves pounded the rocky shoreline, and rolled with a sizzle up to the cliffs.... We followed this spectacular vista for miles, admiring the view and watching for the washouts....steep drops into and out of them... When we reached Bahia Camalu the road turned east, away from the water. Into the town of Camalu, and south on highway 1. We stopped for lunch at a roadside stand and had a couple of tacos and a coke. Then we cut down a side street at the south end of town.... through a quiet neighborhood, and out to a smooth, wide beach.... There's no road here, but the damp sand is smooth and firm.... It was awesome. We rode along the shore for miles, the waves breaking and running up to us across the sand. Patches of mist and moments of bright sun.... We had the world to ourselves..... Eventually, we reached a place where a sandy track led up a steep dune. It seemed like the place. I don't have pictures, but rode the bikes and paddled with my feet, and Mrs trip pushed behind. Panting and sweating, I reached the top, then slid down the other side in an avalanche of sand. There was a firm road beyond. We got both bikes over...payback for the delight of our ride on the beach. Its quintessential Mexico... there was a couple of guys on the beach nearby, in about a '98 Nissan Sentra. There were tire tracks in the sandy dune. How they got over it, I'll never know. How they got back.....I can't imagine. We came out in San Quintin, and turned south on Highway 1. I was looking for the Hotel Jardines Baja. Thanks to Tillie Jaques and Big Sprocket for the great ride report "Breaking Baja". I took notes when I read it, once I realized these folks know how to live. I had the hotels they used listed in a little notebook...and I never would have found this one without them. And what a nice place it was! Ride in between the palms..... Mrs Trip loves a garden... we walked around the grounds.... It's very lush for Baja. ...cool, with lots of birds chirping in the trees.... There was a very good restaurant on the grounds, surprisingly busy with locals and guests both out for dinner.... Another day wound down to a quiet evening.