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After 2 weeks, we leave our beautiful bay in Agua Verde with a little sadness, because at some point we have to fill up on water and supplies again. After an overnight stop in Ciudad Constitucion, we take a rutted, sandy track to the Pacific coast and the beach at El Conejo. The surfers are at home here and we position ourselves in the dunes, reasonably sheltered from the wind. Swimming is out of the question due to the surf, but the whales pass by here on their way south. However, they are so far out that, with a bit of effort and luck, you can occasionally see one blowing or spot the tip of its tail. On the other hand, the beach makes for lovely walks and we experience a beautiful full moon. 

After seven months in Canada and the USA we cross the border to Mexico. The Baja California, the second longest peninsula in the world, stretches a good 1200 km south to Cabo San Lucas and is the northernmost and westernmost of Mexico's 31 states. We opt for the border crossing in Mexicali East. Entering the country is no problem and we get an import permit for the motorhome for 10 years. So we can take our time. After just over an hour, everything is done and we find ourselves in a different world in the big city of Mexicali. The roads are generally not in good condition, the traffic is hectic and sometimes chaotic. We don't want to stay here for long and get cash from the ATM and a SIM card for the internet. Then we take highway #5 out into the solitude. The road is a real challenge and just over 5 meters wide. With trucks passing each other, each 2.5 meters wide, you can only hold your breath and hope for the best. What's more, the road is built on an embankment and goes down to the right and left without a verge. So swerving is a very bad idea. After 70 kilometers we make our first overnight stop with Don, who owns a nice campsite by the river.

Our vacation in Germany flew by. We spent a lot of time with family and friends and welcomed our fourth grandchild. That's why we were a little wistful when we boarded the plane back to Las Vegas after almost seven weeks. After a night in the hotel, we take MOMO out of storage and stay at a campsite to install the various spare parts we have brought with us. 

Coming from Flaming Gorge, we spend the night in the National Forest, where we always find nice pitches that are kindly free of charge. We continue via Vernal to the Dinosaur National Monument. At the main entrance there is a visitor center and a museum with a dinosaur quarry where the sandstone with its exposed and preserved dinosaur fossils is protected by a glass building. In the museum are two dinosaur skeletons made from real and reconstructed bone parts. 

The border crossing to the USA goes smoothly. There aren't many people here in the solitude of the prairie anyway. Everyone is nice and friendly and nobody wants to look into our car. We are through in 15 minutes. Montana is as big as Germany, but only has 1 million inhabitants. For the time being, the landscape remains the same as in Manitoba and Saskatchewan, endless fields of grain and steppe grass. 150 kilometers later we arrive in Malta, the first town worth mentioning on the route. We stock up on US dollars and replenish our supplies. Fortunately, the prices are somewhat lower than in Canada. It is scorching hot and we drive 30km out to a reservoir. There we can camp for free on BLM land right by the water. However, we can't swim because the lake is totally shallow and musty. But a nice campfire and a great sunset make up for the lack of swimming fun.