Sunrise at the El Cortez Saturday morning...
Ready to go...
Me getting dusted by Stroker Ace (Bob.) It certainly wouldn't be the last time, that's for sure...
This is Clete the IronMan (can't remember his username?) He rode his bike down to San Felipe from somewhere in SoCal, did 200 miles each day, then packed up and rode home Monday morning...
We all met up at the Pemex station and then headed down the sandy road. About 3 minutes into it I'm thinking "Oh no, what have I done? I've got
how many miles to go??" I've ridden my fair share of sand before, and it's usually not a problem at all, but I'm not usually on a
+300lb bike with fat 17" wheels, either

But it was my only Husky, so... My front end wanted to wander a little more than a regular dirt wheel/tire, but other than that it was pretty ok. I had no issues at all in the sandy whoops, and even managed to pass a few riders during the sandy little rodeo. We even came upon some rocky sections so I was starting to feel a little more at home. I know rocks...I can do rocks...even on the 610

We stopped to help a downed rider, and when Eric helped him pick up his bike his own behemoth KTM LC4 640 Enduro fell over and he had to pick it up himself. Nice guys really
do finish last, I guess

Anyway, I'm competing hard in the San Felipe Rodeo there, and wondering if I'm going to get me one of them big ol' Cowgirl belt buckles if I can stay on another 8 seconds, when out of the corner of my eye I spot two riders smoothly gliding by to my left. WTF?
They weren't bobbing and weaving,
they weren't bucking to and fro, and they
probably weren't thinking to themselves "When is this gonna end?" I wanted to be where they were so I looked for a break in the foliage, paddled my way through the sandy berm-like thing there and arrived at the crossroads fresh and happy...and in one piece. Woo-hoo!
Here we are at the end of the whoops, and at the beginning of the sooper-dooper fun twisty sandy section!
A few riders coming out of the sandy whoops...
I think this one is Flying Trash Can...
Dig that cloud cover! We had perfect conditions for riding, that's for sure. Cool, a slight breeze to blow the dust away, and no shadows or sun in our eyes. I sure wish I'd gotten a few photos of the whoops, and I'm really bummed I didn't get any photos of the sweet ribbon of sand that came afterwards. Hopefully someone did. It wasn't a wash, really, it was more of a narrow road that wound through the trees, nothing but deep sand turning this way and that. Huge fun, and a wild ride for sure! I heard rumours that I provided some entertainment for a few riders behind me, all the while giving them a nice wide swath of smooth sand to ride

I didn't hit the ground, and I had a grand time muscling my 610 through that section (or was it the other way around? Sometimes it's hard to tell...

) Although if we'd had 10 more miles of it I might be singing a different tune...
Puertocitos...
Pretty scene in the Sea of Cortez...
I'd gotten a flat somewhere in this section, and I had my tube, but Eric had all the flat-fixing stuff. Of course, my fanny pack with all
my flat-fixing stuff was tucked away securely in my gear bag, which was in the chase truck. After shooting some generously-offered Fix-A-Flat in there, I proceeded down the road til I came to this lovely spot...still sporting a flat tire...
We'd just ridden the rockiest road known to man, yet this is what brought me down...
Eric came back a few minutes later and we were back in business within 15 minutes or so. I must say, it was a lovely spot to be incapacitated. This stand is more stable than the one at home in our garage...
Somewhere along this stretch Stroker Ace came upon me and instead of blowing by me at warp speed like he'd been doing prior, he stuck with me and we rode together side-by-side for quite awhile. It was fun, and I appreciated the company as there was no one in front of me for quite a ways and no one behind me for quite a ways. He did eventually end up dusting me, but this time he didn't use the pretty red feather duster.
We made it to Alfonsina's a little late. Beware the faucet there, it came off twice in my hands and squirted water all down my pants...
More photos tomorrow, I gotta go to bed now.
G'night!
SleepyChick