We rode about 25 miles from the El Palomar to the coast and ran right into the Punta San Jose lighthouse, which is a popular cove for surfers. It had been a pretty long day in the sun at this point so we parked the bikes, hung our feet off the cliff side, cracked open a couple beers, lemon sardines, sipped some tequila and watched the surfers ride some long rolling waves. Life was feeling pretty good at that point but we couldn’t rest too long, because the sun was starting to creep down and we had to head back to El Palomar. I was told about a road that would lead us to an old adobe house in the middle of the mountain range on our way back to the motel. We quickly packed up and hustled to make it before dark.
We struggled to find the road and we never tracked down that adobe house, but we came upon a few other incredible moments. As we left the ocean headed east for Palomar, we decided to explore some mountains. As we started climbing up we soon found ourselves on old, overgrown double track roads. MY FAVORITE! As soon as we hooked up to this overgrown double-track we were all high fiving in excitement! We buzzed up to the top of the mountain range and dropped down the other side. It was a gift from the trail gods. Our double-track trail now had walls of bright yellow wildflowers that towered above our heads. We all stopped again and stared at another Baja beauty.
Buzzed on nature’s blessings, tequila and beers, we knew we’d better get back on the gas. The sun was going down fast and we still had a ways to go. We bombed down the mountain but the sun was going down quicker than we could ride. We hopped on another dirt road and took it all the way to El Palomar just in time to catch some dinner and margaritas.
Sunday’s plan: breakfast at 8:00 a.m. and kickstands up immediately after we shoved our faces. We loaded up our packs in preparation of the day and our rest point at the top of Beer Mountain. We rode for almost two hours before we got to the base of Beer Mountain before I turned around and said, “Alright fuckers…I’ll see you at the top! I’ll have a cold beer waiting for you!” I fought my way up this long, gnarly, rutted, rocky and all around shitty-ass climb. After a good battle, which I won, I sat down and waited for my compadres. A few minutes later the next rider crested the peak. We started drinking our beers and waited for our third partner. Sean is an experienced rider so the hill climb shouldn’t have been a problem for him, but a few minutes went by, and we were starting to get uncomfortable. We didn’t hear his bike and we were pretty much done with our beers. “It shouldn’t have taken this long, I think something is up” I said. We packed our gear and headed down to go find Sean. Eventually he came into sight, standing next to his bike at the base of climb with a really bummed out look on his face. “I’m fine! I’m fine! Sean yelled. “BUT, we have a big problem” he continued.