I woke up early today, still dehydrated. A liter of water and an unheatlhy breakfast – the Snickers bar was the healthiest thing I ate this morning – and I was ready to head out the door.

I took a shuttle back to the Cactus Hotel where my adventure began a week earlier. After a ~2 hour ride, with a quick stop in Los Barriles for cash for the driver, I was back in San José del Cabo. I hosed down the dirt from Hobbes before breaking the it down and repacking Hobbes for travel. I changed into fresh clothes I had left at the hotel, and headed up the street for some local food before heading to the airport. At the recommendation of the front desk clerk at the hotel I found delicious quesabirria tacos, consomme, and a half liter of coke.

A comically tiny car came to the hotel to take me to the airport – I’m not quite sure how we made the bike bag fit, but it did. I checked in to my flight a few hours early and headed to the lounge where I sat and drank – mostly ice water – for a few hours while waiting for the flight home.
I was still dehydrated.
By the time we reached Seattle I was tired, hungry, and ready to sleep in my own bed. When I got home, I wrestled the bike bag into the shed, took a long, hot shower, and fell asleep. Unpacking and reorganizing my gear will wait for another day…
Am I happy I went? Yes. Absolutely.
Am I sad that I quit before completing the loop? No, I’m OK with the outcome. This was the longest and most ambitious bikepacking trip I had ever undertaken. And I was doing it alone. Things didn’t work out as planned. I learned from the experience and will carry that forward to the next adventure.
Will I be back? Maybe?

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