The doorbell of the Alaska bike shop jingled shut as another khaki-shorts cruise-ship goer left, leaving me alone at the counter for a brief moment to contemplate my future. My Job at the bike shop would end in mid-September, and I wanted to be riding the Baja Divide in mid-January. Those things were clear—what lay between them was not.
My partner Sophie and I had decided that riding the Baja Divide was a goal that we didn’t want to shelf until circumstances were more convenient. We wanted to give ourselves plenty of time (for us that was two months) to complete the route, not buying return tickets until we were in La Paz.
We quickly realized that a route this long (1,700 miles) would require us to fit our plans around the ride, rather than fitting the ride around other plans. Fortunately, Sophie had lined up another bike-tour-guiding job from September to mid-December—just the right timing. I still had no idea what I was going to do.