Tracking Back

In GPS lingo, tracking back means going back by the same route you came with the help of GPS memory.  We did this today starting from Loreto, traveling  260 miles, arriving about six hours later again at Guerrero Negro.  We ate at the same small restaurant on the plaza of St. Ignacio, Victor's as we had about one week ago.  However we were disappointed they were out of their distinguished chili rellenos.  We saw many beautiful views of the Sea of Cortez , and, of course, cactus all the more interesting with the sun at our backs showing richer colors and contrasts.

The cacti thrive in this environment with endless variety of shape, no two alike I suspect, much like snowflakes.  How can you prove that?

Yesterday I saw a roadrunner!!  The bird well-remembered as a favorite cartoon character from my childhood but never seen by me before, ran across the road between Dave and I.  And yes, it is very fast.  About the size of a Stellar's Jay, it runs with its body not visibly rising or falling.  The legs appear to rotate something like wheels to my naked eye.  I was amazed that following it closely (still between Dave and I) was a coyote with a big nose.  It ran across the road but splatted against the grill of one of the many semis that pass us.  It peeled of the grill and was run over again by the wheels.  Poor coyote.  However, it soon got up and resumed the chase.  Roadrunner- Wikipedia.  I can get a little punchy on these long rides.

We had two military security checks today, one leaving Loreto and another leaving San Ignacio.  The first one was uncomfortably thorough as they looked through my tool kit, food bag, and clothing bag.  The soldiers are nice but must be very bored.  I offered the soldiers one of my Vias as he found it and I explained what it was.  I offered for him to take it but he politely refused.

It is not clear to me the distinction in jurisdiction between Mexican local police, federal police and the military.  I assume they are working together but they seem to do the same job.  I much prefer the American posse comitatus laws that prevents the military from being involved in the enforcement of domestic laws.

We rode in 89 degree temperatures for about two hours today.  We make frequent stops for hydration but still found this uncomfortable.  Please understand as I look at the header photo for this blog, I AM NOT COMPLAINING.  I could be back at home shoveling snow.  In fact, I know that is coming soon.  For now, I am still looking for a sandy beach to get my bike out on.