4am – We’re awakened by the light pitter-patter of rain on the taught nylon just above our heads. I think maybe it’s just a mist passing through but soon the pitter-patter turns into plop-plops of fat raindrops and we know it’s too much for our water resistant bags. We have to get out of the tent and put the rain covers on the panniers.
7am – It’s still raining. This is the worst time to be raining, when we’re trying to break camp. Inevitably everything will get wet in the process of packing up. We decide to wait it out. Surprisingly, this is the first time we’ve had a rain delay in the morning.
8am – There’s a break in the rain and it looks like it’s done for the day. But by the time we’re ready to hit the road it starts up again. The bright side of the dreary day – we don’t have to put on sunscreen. How I loath slathering that stuff on every day!
The rain eventually stops and we dry out, the water leaving behind bits of dirt and road grime on us, the bikes and panniers.
The only other excitement today was when the Baja 300 crossed Route 1 and we saw some of the cars zoom by. It’s an off-road race starting in Loreto and ending in La Paz. We knew we had to be close to the course because the support vehicles were passing us all day.
Otherwise, it was a boring, gray day, the landscape a rather monotonous rolling plain, the miles dragging by. And there were no tacos.