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Otay Mountain Truck Trail

2015-03-28

tl;dr: After crazy highways, I walked my bicycle up 7 miles of jeep trail to a camp site overlooking San Diego.

It wasn't even a full moon and I felt like somebody was shining a spotlight on me for half the night.

It didn't get as cold as I expected it to, but I was camped up on a small mountain. As I descended from my campsite, it just got colder and colder. I guess I picked a good spot.

I left one of my water bottles sitting on a step next to the Mountain Top Market & Gas in Boulevard. :(

In Campo the Subway required tokens to get into bathroom.

From Campo I took Highway 94 west. Highway 94 isn't too bad until it joins up with Highway 188 heading into Mexico. After that it was a freaking nightmare on a bicycle. I stopped at a yard sale in Dulzura where the lady said, "I give water to the Mexicans, so I'll give it to you!"

Then I was off on the Otay Mountain Truck Trail, a jeep road frequented by ATVs and watched over by both Border Patrol and the Sheriffs. That was pretty much the end of my peddling for the day, but not moving. I pushed that bike the rest of the afternoon up and up. Every time the road wrapped around a mountain, I hoped I was at the top but could see the trail continuing up the side of another mountain. Other than Border Patrol, there were other folks on these roads in 4x4s. Most stopped to see if I was okay. All agreed that no matter how crazy this climb was it was safer than Highway 94. A Border Patrol gave me some cold water (which I probably didn't need, but have learned to never turn down). A Sheriff told me I should camp on the other side of the mountain where I could see Mexico and the Pacific. That was good advice, and when I finally achieved the pass after seven miles of walking my bicycle uphill I found some ancient jail-like concrete buildings and decided to stay in one of them for the night.

From my tent I could see Mexico, the Pacific Ocean, and San Diego.

I don't even


jackrabbits








looking into Mexico


down and back up again


Otay Mountain Truck Trail


Otay Mountain Wilderness Area




up and up and up


finally over the top










a good place to stop






Mexico California border

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