In la manana despues desayuno y cafe, I fix the parts on the bike that I fixed the night before. I adjust the chain, correctly this time, and tighten down any loose nuts and bolts. Things look different after a good nights sleep, lol.
I get ready to roll out, and prepare for the big day. This will be the largest expanse of desert to cross and the highway runs straight down the middle of the peninsula. , Guerrero Negro (black warrior), is the only place that seems to have any sort of accommodations and that is some 230 mi. away. A little factoid is that it is also the middle of Baja, dissecting the North and the South in half, but it isn't until Santa Rosalia, 365mi, that I will be back on the coast.
On my way out of town I pass a small auto repair shop that would've been handy to have open last night

. A small line of traffic has congealed from the cars slowing down for the speed bumps in town. They are no problem for the El Mosquito and I roll pass the line of cars at the edge of town and motor on my way unobstructed.
The scenery changes dramatically as El Rosario is the bottom of the mountain range and here is the scenery for the next 400mi.
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I look forward to forward to finally having some time on my new bike to explore it's personality since so far it's been mostly open super slab and tight schedules. Now I have nothing to do for a very, very, very, long time but to introduce myself to the new mule, and see what he has to show me. I roll on and off the gas, gently - keeping the condition of the chain in mind, and get a feel for it's power and handling. Some smooth corners are ahead and I pick up the pace before bending into the curve and aiming for the apex and...BRaaaaaPPPPPP Thumpa thumpa thumpa!!!
My funky fix on the spark arrestor took as much as it could, and then spit itself out onto the road. No problema! I was glad to have it for as long as I did, so I pull over and let the line of traffic that I passed earlier to pass me by again. I walk back to retrieve the part to fix correctly once I reach a big town and there it is - flatter than a gray squirrel on the highway. How in the heck did the cars run over it? It was laying on the last 6 inches of pavement along the road

! I pick up my trash, unroll a piece of tissue from my emergency roll of toilet paper, stick it in my ears, and bitterly ride on my way.
...but just some 75mi. out of town I roll to this giant pile of rocks.
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I think that this was a group of aliens first attempt at geometric formations, and said "F-this" and went to do crop circles in much lighter corn fields.
Catavina -
The Rock Gardens is what this place is called. It is so impressive to see in person and it was impossible for me to catch the grandeur on camera. Here is a shot with a truck in it looking for some scale.
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From a distance.
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Some of the surrounding scenery. The cactus in the middle looks like a man in camouflage walking off.
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You don't want to overshoot this corner.
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Breathtakingly simple.
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