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Right after Thanksgiving, 2001,
I departed Seattle on my 1989 Honda Transalp and rode 1,400 miles south to San Diego. I then crossed the Mexican border and
kept going 200 miles until I arrived in San Quintin. I very much desired to keep heading south. Instead, I returned to
Seattle in order to fully prepare for a journey extending the length of the American Continent, from Alaska to Argentina.
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| The Pacific Coast of Northern Baja. Near Rosarito, Mexico. |
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| For some reason there is something very enticing about detours. |
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| I stopped at the local birrieria to pick up some supplies. |
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| The rugged Pacific Coast of Northern Baja. |
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