Nov 27th San Quintin to Lake Morena State Park CA

For one of our last Mexican meals we stopped at Burger King on the way to Tecate.  I don't know if it was a "we are ready for American food" move, a "we need to get in and out and not ride at night move", or a "I wonder if the burgers are the same in MX" move.  But we didn't get sick, we got in and got out, and the burgers are not as good some how texture and flavor wise in the patties.  However, I did stop for a moment to contemplate there are jobs you can get where you spend your whole day on a motorcycle.  Burger King delivers in Mexico.

We rode just across the border in Tecate with no wait.  We rolled through what seemed a mile of empty cordoned off ques.  The waiting area had signs for free wifi for those waiting to cross courtesy the city of Tecate.  I guess they know American tourists.

From there it was only 20 or 30 miles to Lake Morena park in CA.  http://lakemorena.com/  .  The place was empty, but it did have hot showers.  It did get cold overnight though to the point that I pulled out my emergency blanket.  It helped, but then you are lying under a foil wrapper who's underside is covered in your condensed sweat when you wake up.  Jeff said he saw frozen dew on top of the bikes, but I didn't see it.  The weather looked like it shouldn't have gone below 40 overnight.  It did, I don't know how far.  But it was the end of November.

Occasionally you think you are doing something rather badass such as a month long trip through Baja on motorcycle and then you get humbled.  In the park we met Miguel, an Argentinian, who had flown his bicycle to Anchorage and was on his way back home to Argentina.  It was a friendly meeting since I saw the Argentine flag on his bike and pulled out my Argentina soccer (fu'tbol) jersey.

I had a similar experience mountain biking the white rim trail in Moab.  A bunch of us guys thought we were pretty tough.  We had our big trucks to carry the coolers and tents and gear and we were doing 25 miles a day for four days in the heat and sand of Moab.  Then we met a skinny vegan girl riding the other direction.  Not only was she doing the trek in two days instead of four, she had all her gear on her bicycle including water and was going solo.  

Somehow I never miss an opportunity to learn I am not as hardcore as I would like to be.  Perhaps I should deliver burgers in Mexico...