We had settled in really well and thoroughly enjoyed the life on the streets of Mexico. The people were incredibly friendly, and it was rare for us to cycle through a village, or even on the main road, without someone greeting us enthusiastically. Almost every small village had everything we needed – a shady spot, a little shop, and a “Purificadora de Agua” where we could buy drinking water day and night. As the tap water in Mexico…
So there we were – finally on the mainland of Mexico! A few times we had heard of the Baja California being described as “Mexico light” and being noticeably different from the mainland. And to be honest, after a little time we could feel what they meant by that. The Baja Peninsula felt very touristic and we can’t remember a day without seeing at least one European, American or Canadian number plate. Around La Paz…
What I haven’t talked about in the last blog post about Mexico is how off the local time zone felt to us. Ever since we crossed into Mexico and started cycling on the Baja California, we had adapted our daily routine to match the sunrise and sunset. One of our unspoken rules in Mexico was (and still is) to avoid cycling in the dark as best as possible. Unfortunately for us, it was winter and the sun set super early at around 4:30 pm. In contrary…
Heading to Mexico from San Diego gave us two options: crossing the border in Tijuana or crossing it in Tecate. Tijuana would have been just south of San Diego, but the border crossing there is super busy, with lots and lots of lanes. On the map, Tecate looked a lot calmer, with only one small crossing point and the extra day of cycling seemed worth it to us. On top of that…
It was a tough week of riding from Las Vegas into Palm Springs. Not necessarily because the route was hard (it was quite beautiful to be honest), but because of bad weather and a leaking tire on Sebis bike. It was a steady uphill with headwind out of Las Vegas. At some point, a cut in Sebis tire that has previously been sealed by the tubeless sealant, started leaking ever so slightly. Rain was approaching…
We left the city of Page and cycled over the Glen Canyon Dam. The weather continued to be nice and warm and our rain gear sank deeper and deeper into our bags. Our next stop: Buckskin Gulch, a beautiful slot canyon with red walls. In contrary to the Antilope Canyon, which is bigger and more popular, but at the same time very expensive, this one was open to anyone for just a few dollars. We…
Cycling out of Salt Lake City was way better than our last big-city-experience in Calgary. The first 40 km were almost entirely on cycling paths! We left quite late and it was dark, when we finally made it to the spot, where we had planned to camp – a fairly big park with camp site amenities. Unfortunately though…
Sometimes it’s hard to find the inspiration to write something and I have been struggling a lot with this post. Maybe because it’s already so long ago? Time to catch up I guess! From Butte in Montana we cycled a few days through Wyoming and eventually arrived in the state we’ve been looking forward to the most: Utah! Before getting there, we had some 1000 kilometers of riding before us.
After nearly a week at the Airbnb, it felt kind of strange to wake up early to the sound of an alarm. Despite there being a lot of cycling paths, leaving the city on bikes was fairly stressful and it felt like an eternity until we made it far enough away from the city centre. The landscape south of Calgary is funny – long straight roads as far as the eye can see. We found…
A day after our hike on the Berg Lake Trail, we were back on our bikes and on our way to Jasper. It had rained over night (once more…) and in the morning, everything was wet, sandy and full with small slugs. Ew! We have never been looking forward to doing laundry that much. At least…
