Michelle and I had been in Baja for better than a month, but that was over now.
Photos and story by Scooter Tramp Scotty.
Morning brought warm weather and a cup of lukewarm coffee from a thermos. Our camp was hidden some distance into the desert and it was time to pull the day’s plan together, so I spread the map out. Like the U.S., Mexico is sectioned into states and we were now in Sinaloa—drug lord capital, as everybody knows. In the big city some 200 miles south lay our destination of the Mazatlan Motorcycle Rally, which was scheduled to begin in a few days.
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