The most surprising thing I saw during this entire trip was this big reservoir. I was riding along, through the desert, minding my own business, when I rounded a corner and saw this. Hmmm…why is this here? There aren’t any town close by. Or anything else that I could see that would need a big reservoir. Yet, here it is.
The character of the road on the western half of this route is noticeably different than the eastern half. The biggest distinction is a lot more dirt and less rock. The eastern half has lots of rock. The western half … Continue reading →
Not only can you get gas and go to church in San Miguel, you can also get something to eat. Look for the restaurant sign next to the church. We didn’t eat here when we passed through but I’m going … Continue reading →
The town of San Miguel offers more than gasoline. It can also meet your Catholic religion needs via the Mision San Miguel church.
Continue reading →Buying gas from a local vendor involves a bucket of some type and a siphon hose. It’s not pretty but it gets the job done.
Continue reading →The biggest challenge with this route is gasoline. Specifically, the lack of gasoline. There are no Pemex gas stations in the approximately 350 miles between Acuna and Manuel Benavides, beyond the fuel capacity of most motorcycles. Which means you either … Continue reading →
Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil. But it’s completely okay to ride motorcycles. In Mexico. In fact, I recommend it.
Continue reading →There is a massive sand dune just outside of Boquillas on the west side of the road. The wind drifts the sand across the road in a couple of places, providing just a bit of excitement when hitting it at … Continue reading →
After riding west across the desert for many hours, we reached this north/south paved road. If you go south about 90 kilometers you will arrive in the dusty town of Muquiz. If you ride north toward Boquillas, as we did, … Continue reading →
This sign, located at the western end of the 150 mile dirt road we had been riding for the past few hours, says something to the effect of “born, live, and die, always being chivalrous”. Interesting, isn’t it?
Continue reading →As we neared the end of our time in this little village, the goat herd showed up – it was time for their afternoon drink of water.
Continue reading →As we were enjoying our “lunch” and buying a little gasoline, I noticed two young fellows at the house next door working on their horse skills. Mounted on their ponies they were taking turns dropping their lasso’s around a fence … Continue reading →
We started the trip with just enough gas to make it to Boquillas but since you never know what might happen we asked the gentleman who owns the house if he had any gasoline he would sell us. It is … Continue reading →
We stopped in a small village looking for tacos but it was no joy. Instead, we enjoyed a bag of Mexican Tostitos, salsa verde flavor. Oh well, it was better than nothing.
Continue reading →After riding about 100 miles across the desert and before crossing the looming mountains we arrived at the small village of Morelos. On our last trip through here we spotted a handwritten sign pointing the way to a “store” … Continue reading →