We took an hour and a half to ride around the shore and up the Puente Concepcion peninsula. It was a blast to fly over the sand and mud in the tidal flood plane, and even Glenn was grining through his pain and gut discomfort (it seems someone sold us "agua pura" that wasn't - he's still working that out).
We then loaded up and drove the rest of the day north up the coast and across to Guerrero Negro for night. The oasis at Mulege is especially scenic.
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