Explore Baja By Bike – Travel Channel

Hi there. My name is Ryan Van Duzer, and
I really like to ride my bike. I’ve actually never had a car. I pedal everywhere I go– in the winter, the
summer, in the rain, alone, and with friends. Yeah! Cycling gives me a sense of
freedom like nothing else. An open road in the
middle of nowhere is my absolute
favorite place to be. [howling] Speaking of middle of nowhere– this is the Baja Peninsula, an
isolated sliver of land south of San Diego. [vrooming noises] I came down here to ride the
Baja Divide, a meandering network of back
roads that zigzags all the way down the peninsula,
beginning in Tecate– yep, that’s where
the beer is from– down to Cabo, about 1,700
miles of pure desert beauty. I brought along my friend
Mike, because it’s always more fun to adventure with a buddy. Hi Mike, this is
your first bike tour. It’s going to be beautiful.
It’s going to be awesome. It’s going to be challenging. We’re going to
have a great time. The number one rule
is to have fun. You read for that?
– I’m totally ready for that. All right, we’re
going to do that. OK, I can do that. Number two rule is
to eat a lot of beans. Hmm. This was a
self-supported tour, which means that we packed
all of our gear, water, and food onto our bikes,
which needless to say, makes them very heavy– at times about 60 pounds. That’s a lot of weight to push. But it’s all part of
the fun of bike touring. Right off the bat, we got
an intimate look at life in the Baja back country. Traffic jam. Hola, amigo. Whoa. Look at this guy. Very camouflaged, but
look at this little guy right on the trail. Tell your buddies not to bite
us tonight when we’re sleeping. We rode past old ranchos, got
chased by tons of barking dogs. The dogs love Mike. Go away. Ate homemade
burritos every night– frijoles– the sunset burrito,
and camped under the most beautiful stars I’ve ever seen. Let’s get a howl, Mike. I don’t know if I’m howling. Come on, you can do it. Dig deep. You’ve got this. [howling] – Hey, there you go.
– That was one. That was pretty good for
your first time ever howling. Every day, we were treated
to unimaginable beauty. The solitude and expanse
of this desert landscape is mind blowing. You see this amazing sunset? You see this amazing life? It’s a good day,
a very good day. We weren’t always in the
middle of nowhere though. We’d resupply every few
days in little towns and enjoy some of
the local life. I’m not the only one on
the highway this morning. It looks like some sort
of a school parade. And just like any good
parade, they throw out candy. That kid– gracias, amigo– he just gave me this lollipop. My favorite sections
were along the Pacific Ocean and the Sea of Cortez. I’m a landlocked
Colorado boy, so anytime I’m near a large body of
water I get very excited. Life is beautiful. The contrast of the
deep blue of the ocean and the stark brown landscape
is something that will forever be ingrained in my memory. Pedal, pedal,
pedal, pedal, come on. Come on. Ahh, this is seriously the most
brutal bike route I have ever done or heard of in my life. At times, the route was
extremely difficult. And it took all
my energy to reach the top of the steep mountains. OK, that uphill– all the hard
work was totally worth it. This place is beautiful. It just opened up to
an incredible view of the mountains, and
mountains, and hills. The sun’s getting
low on the horizon. And it’s just pure beauty. Up, up, up, up– almost there. High five, bring it in. Bring it in. And if the mountains
weren’t beating me up, it was the washboard roads. It’s impossible to get
into a groove and pedal. And you’re just
like bopping around. And everything’s
shaking, and ahh. Hi, shadow. How you doing, bud?
I’m tired too. It’s cool. Ah, sand, it’s you again. My least favorite parts were
riding through deep sand. Let’s go. Jesus, come on, man. It just sucks out
all your energy. It’s pretty much
the opposite of fun. Let’s go. Remember Ryan, you
chose to do this. This is your idea
of a dream vacation. Like with any epic
adventure, the hard times lead to some seriously
euphoric moments. Now we are playing on the
beach with a couple of dogs and a cute little kid
in this random fishing village in the middle of
nowhere called Santa Rosalita. The sun is setting. Life is good once again. We’re going to
sleep well tonight. The two weeks that I spent
in this unique and mostly untouched desert were magical. And even though sickness
and exhaustion prevented us from achieving our goal of
getting all the way south, we had the time of our lives. These are the moments right
here in life where you’re like, this is exactly where
I’m supposed to be. There’s no other
place on the planet. This is it, right here. This little patch of dirt–
this is our patch of dirt. We’ll call this, yeah,
Rancho Ryan y Miguel. I pushed my body to new heights. I fell more in love with Mexico. I got to be outside all day,
every day, peddling my bike, breathing fresh air,
sleeping under the stars, listening to the crashing
waves, howling at the moon– [howling] –admiring golden sunsets, and
experiencing the absolute best of mother nature. I’m grateful that
places like this exist and that my body
is strong enough to take me there on two wheels. Baha isn’t going anywhere. I’ll be back to give this
ride a shot another day. [howling]

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