Friday, January 17: It was another nice, sunny day to ride. There was a developing tailwind, and it wasn’t cold at 8AM when we prepared to get going. Since Mark had developed a swollen left foot the previous day, he wasn’t sure if he could do the ride, so he started ahead of the rest of the group to test his new setup of pedals and insoles purchased the evening before. John was the designated driver this day.
The cycling path out of el Marasal was sandy along the main streets, with the odd dog interested in taking up bike chasing–a regular event that is occasionally unnerving, depending on the size, determination, and agility of the dog (Don’s solution: pull out your water bottle and hit them on the head if they get close enough). The pavement was, shall we say, “post-matured” in this gritty town–cracked, wounded, and rough–and although the highway was better–even with wild flowers in bloom at the side of the road–it was without much of a shoulder (again). Four riders were able to maintain a steady pace over the first 40k, given how little climbing there was on this dead straight section. Fortunately, Hwy 1 has been relatively quiet, allowing drivers to easily pass, albeit at highway speeds. Some waved respectfully, while others were, in fact, courteous enough to put on emergency flashers as they drove by.
This first straight flat section had little in the way of interesting scenery, or even truck stops (there was only one all day, at about 45k along the way to San Ignacio). The persisting tailwind felt like the hand of God–providing the illusion of cycling mastery as we held significant speed even on inclines. The last 20 k of our route morphed into some short curves, dips and a few minor climbs before a stop at the most official military checkpoint on the whole peninsula (where the van was extensively searched). Then, seemingly out of nowhere, San Ignacio appeared as a lush oasis on the right side of Highway 1. As we drove in, big palm trees shaded the road, where a couple of RV campgrounds were seen just past a huge fresh water lagoon. A old central town square, reminiscent of a classic Spanish pueblo, was built to complement a prominent 250-year-old Jesuit church at one end.