Ciudad Constitucion

Starting out from our camp spot the road very gently sloped downward and with the wind perfectly behind us we were able to cruise down the road at 40km/hr easily. After a bit I started to notice a familiar sound; it was what sounded like the song of a meadowlark. Not sure if the birds' song was from a meadowlark but it sure sounded similar. Does anyone know if they migrate down here?  The terrain had also changed quite a bit going from cactus to bushes and grass and very flat.  For a while I thought I had stepped back into Manitoba and starting thinking about family and friends back home and how this is the first Christmas away.  Overall I had a very pleasant morning.

The meadowlarks (maybe?) like the prarie-esque weather and grasslands of the southern baja

Then we came to Ciudad Insurgentes and we took a nice break for an hour, ate some snacks, and I did a bit of maintenance on my bike. By 2:30 we made it to Ciudad Constitucion.  We decided we needed to wash out the salt from our clothes so we dropped our laundry off at the first laundromat we saw and searched for lunch and wifi.  We found both at this wonderful little pizza place and I was able to have pasta with alfredo sauce! I've only been searching for and craving alfredo sauce this whole entire trip. No big deal.
 Afterwards we donned our clean riding clothes, stocked up on water (20 litres between us) and started out looking for a good camping spot.  Much like back home, the sides of the roads in this part of the Baja are fenced off because of farmers fields; thereby making it rather difficult to find somewhere to camp without trespassing. We eventually came to a small town, asked an owner of a small restuarant where would be a good place to camp and he said we could stay in the plaza behind the police station.  Seemed safe enough, you know, behind a police station so thats where we stayed.  Since we are still terrible at speaking spanish, you can probably imagine how it went asking the officers if we could camp there. Its a very nice spot though, lots of trees and theres even a playground.  One of the officers gave me a pastry too.
Also..Rigel sort of kept that scary spider...in a jar...and feeds it crickets. Not Happy.

This is a poem Rigel made up a while back in California when his gears on his bike were in need of a tune up. We meant to post it much sooner, but here it is:

Twinkle, twinkle little gear set,
How I wonder what gear you'll pick.
Climbing up a hill so high,
Wiping sweat drops from my eye.
Twinkle, twinkle little gear set,
How I wonder what gear you'll pick.