Baja Divide - Day 1 • San Diego to Pio Pico

Baja Divide - Day 1 
December 26, 2024
San Diego to Pio Pico - 34 Miles
Start 1:53 PM 
Finish 6:50 PM
Total Duration 4:53
Moving Time 3:26
Stopped Time 1:27
Ascent 1,720’
Descent 876’
Tour Total 34 Miles

After a whirlwind week filled with end-of-semester grading, dismantling and packing my bike, hosting a holiday party, and enjoying Christmas festivities, I finally woke up early, ready for the next adventure. An Uber ride to JFK went smoothly, and the bike check-in process was surprisingly hassle-free.

On the flight, I managed to catch some sleep and watched the classic film Chinatown. By the time I landed in San Diego, the reassembly of my bike took longer than anticipated. I chose a spot in the terminal to work—a brightly sunlit area saturated with an endless loop of Christmas music. It wasn’t until 2 PM that I finally pedaled out of the airport.

The journey started along the coast, passing the San Diego Naval Base. Harbor Drive, a bustling four-lane road lined with industrial buildings and heavy traffic, marked the first stretch of my ride. But the warm weather made up for it—I was thrilled to be cycling in a short-sleeve jersey, gilet, and shorts.

Soon, the route transitioned to scenic cycling trails winding through the city’s freeway system. Eventually, I found myself on a pleasant dirt trail—a gentle hint of the rugged paths awaiting me. My first stop was Lil Alex BBQ, where I enjoyed a pulled pork sandwich and a refreshing Modelo. Feeling replenished, I headed to a nearby Trek store to top off my tires and grab two CO2 cartridges.

Continuing my ride through Chula Vista, I passed a horseback rider and several corrals, a reminder of the rural charm that still thrives in this sprawling area. At Vons, I stocked up on provisions for the night ahead. By 5:30 PM, darkness had fallen, and the temperature was dropping. I added leg warmers and a long-sleeve wool shirt, then set off into the night, determined to escape the suburban sprawl and find a stealth camping spot.

The ride along Otay Lakes Road was challenging. The narrow, winding road had no shoulder, heavy traffic, and blind turns. At one point, a concerned motorist slowed down to inform me that my rear light was barely visible. Without my Varias, I was relying solely on dynamo-powered lighting—less than ideal for these conditions.

Finally, I reached the turnoff to Otay Mountain. The steep dirt road was an uphill battle, made even more intense by the darkness. At the top of the first rise, I found a flat spot where I could straddle a cattle fence and set up camp on private property.

Under a gleaming canopy of stars, I sat on the gate, soaking in the solitude of the moment. The air grew cold quickly, forcing me to retreat into my tent. As I drifted off to sleep, the distant howls of coyotes provided a haunting but fitting soundtrack to my first night of adventure. With no phone service, I felt completely immersed in the wild.





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