The next day was Valentine’s Day and it was finally time to get on our way. We packed up and made it back to the main highway, then, with no real plan, just started heading down. Eventually, we were both pretty tired, and ended up pulling into a small farm at the side of the road. For a small fee, the owner was happy to let us camp there. This was a rare spot that had potable water, so I pulled out my stash of Backpacker’s Pantry meals, so we could have a fancy Italian dinner for the holiday. Well, as fancy as motorbike camp food ever really gets, anyways. Unfortunately, being right off the highway, the trucks roared through all night, with all the subtlety of a jet engine, so it wasn’t the most pleasant way to spend our first night in a tent in the Baja, but I’m sure we’ll do better from here.