Crossing Baja After Hours
After filling our tanks with fuel, we hit the highway headed for Catavina. The next few hours were frightening, to say the least. The side winds we’d encountered on our way into Bahia had increased exponentially and were throwing Kyra across the highway with every gust. The sun, which would set shortly, sat right in our line of sight making it nearly impossible to see. And once it did set - leaving us in absolute darkness, the sky sprinkled with but a few stars – we travelled at 45 mph in as close a formation as we could manage for what seemed like an eternity. Hours passed. The glow from our hotel beckoned us, sitting on the horizon for miles before our arrival. Tequila and two rooms ended our Road Warrior-esque adventure. Our advice: Whatever you do, don’t ride at night!
This story originally appeared on the IndefinitelyWild subsection of Gizmodo.
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A few of these photos come courtesy of Kyra Sacdalan.