In the morning I was painfully sore all over. My joints were stiff and bloody. In the mirror I was like a leopard, with black and blue spots covering my body from head to toe. My knee was huge.
I only got 3 hours of sleep, but had to get to work.
I worked a while in town with short fits of narcolepsy, then got back on the bike and kept on going.
I stayed in Guerro Negro for two nights. Lack of energy and pain in my joints had caught up with me. I relaxed at the taco stands and slept late.
The bike and I had faired similarly during this ride, and neither of us wanted to venture too far off-road for the remainder of the trek north.
I laid out a couple 350 mile days on the blacktop with short dirt loops mixed in.
The soldiers at one of the military checkpoint got a kick out of me pushing my bike all over to get it started. Not much is more emasculating then a group of soldiers with guns staring and laughing when you fall over in front of them. None helped.
I got barrel gas a couple times along Mex 1 as well as some pushing help from the gas vendors, but otherwise kept steady momentum. I was still beat.
I made it home. Baja trip complete!