I wanna be done with this, so I'm posting my last few photos, plus a final video.
At the end of day 7 we crashed in one of the very few motels in El Rosario. The place was a bit of a dive, so we both ended up in our sleeping bags on top of the bed instead of trusting the sheets and pillows. We did go to Mama Espinosa's for dinner and new T-shirts (cheap, cool, Mexican 1000 shirts!) because our stuff was so disgusting at this point. Mama Espinosa's was really cool - photos, signed posters, etc. all over the place. The funny part is that I've always stopped for gas at the Pemex right next door, and never knew about Mama Espinosas. My prior Baja trips have all been primarily for windsurfing, not riding bikes, though I usually had my xr400 along as well. Always traveled with other windsurfers, though, so had no knowledge of Mamas. Totally different circle than the dirt bike people.
Our final day in Baja was kind of a blur. More beach riding; one aborted attempt at beach riding after taking a really tight, sandy road down; finding a really cool dolphin skull buried in the sand; getting lost on some guys rancho; driving to the border late at night; and getting to a motel back in El Cajon (back in the states) even later.
Near the ocean somewhere north of Lazaro Cardenas.
Back to the beach!
The coolest souvenir. Raised some interest at the next military checkpoint, but they let me keep it.
Shipwreck we came across. Eldrick should have a better shot of it.
Road down to another beach
My last shot from the trip. We were supposed to be able to ride the beach north from here, but the tide was in and there was no beach to speak of. Should have tried to get some info on the local tides.
Our final day consisted of 533 miles from El Cajon back to the Bay Area. It got so cold out on I5 that I had to stop, pull out my down bag, and stuff it into my riding jacket. I looked like the Michelin man, but it worked. Torso stayed nice and warm for the rest of the trip.
We did have a minor incident though. When we made our last gas stop on Panoche Road near Fresno, Eldrick had oil all over the right side of his bike. Shit! Fearing the worst, he quickly had everything stripped down to the air filter (he has a modified Rotweiler system, so everything came off pretty quickly). It looked like oil was blowing out of the breather hose that normally connects to the stock airbox, but in his case terminates with a small filter. While Eldrick tried to figure out why the oil was blowing out, I called around trying to rent a UHaul truck for the bike. No dice. Too late, too far in the middle of nowhere. So Eldrick decides he's going to ride the bike back anyway, checking his oil level every few miles along the way. He convinced me that there was no reason for me to crawl along with him, since there was nothing I could do either way. I didn't like it, but it made sense, so he and I went our separate ways. Turns out we both made it home at about the same time, so all ends well, but he can elaborate if he wants to.
More More More! BTW, love the attitude. Wouldnt have quit, just camped out and tried again the next day. 
