We left San Ignacio Lagoon in the early morning and the
first day on mud flats was easy going and very little mud, more like a highway
of mud, smooth and flat. Finding a place to camp was difficult, but we did find
a place behind a sand dune, next to a dry lakebed, it was nice, quiet and out
of view of the “road”. The second day was exactly the same, with the only real
problem being the choices of roads, literally every few hundred feet we would
be offered a choice of 2 or 3 roads, or
path choices. We only made a wrong choice once, somewhere near “no town”. We
figured it out quickly enough, turned around, and got back on track. On the
second day, we made it to El Datil. We spend the night with Minerva and Hugo,
camped on the porch of their tienda. These were two extremely nice people, so
much so, we have made plans to come stay with them again at their home for a
couple of weeks, so Hugo
can teach me to be a panga fisherman. PHOTOS on the porch :)
can teach me to be a panga fisherman. PHOTOS on the porch :)
During our visit in El Datil, our new friends Tim Sanchez
the “Desert Bull”, and John and Seth Beck showed up after spending the day
searching for us. They came walking in just as we were showing photos of them
and the day we met south of San Ignacio. YouTube video of their search for us:
The next two days were by far the toughest we had encounter
to date. There was a stretch of road that we had to pull threw of soft sand up
to the axles. It was brutal. We had to camp in view of the road, but there was
little traffic. The road was rough and rocky and made pulling the wagon
difficult, but we made good time and good distance. The next day was a race to
San Juanico and one of the hardest days because of the rocky road and the
non-stop hills to climb.
About 6 miles from San Juanico, Tim, John, and Seth showed
up again to check on us, and to let us know they were just about to BBQ. Of course,
we said we wanted to continue and we see them around 10PM, however, by the time
they had turned the truck around we changed our minds, so we marked the road
with a stack of rocks and went into town. We enjoyed a great evening of
conversation along with hotlinks on the barbeque and lots of great veggies, not
to mention the hot shower, cold beer, ceramic toilet, and comfortable bed.
The next morning they took us to breakfast at El Burro
Restaurant and drove us back out to the rocks on the road, so that we could finish
the remaining miles to town. When we made it into town, we were walking to
center of town on the only paved road, when we looked ahead and noticed school
kids pouring out of the school into the street. Rachel and I crossed to the
opposite side of the street to avoid the activity. However, moments later a woman
crossed over to us and asked us to come back to the other side, so we did. It
was at that moment we realized all the children from the school were lining
both sides of the street and they were there for us. We walked the gauntlet as
the children cheered and sang for us. It was a very moving experience and made everything
we’ve done worthwhile.
That night, they had a special Mexican birthday dinner
prepared especially for us by a wonderful woman in town named Secarro; we had dinner
on her patio, and then returned to John Becks home, for cocktails and more conversation.
The biggest surprise was when John came out with a chocolate cake he had baked
for my birthday, adorned with burning wooden matchsticks, since there were
candles to be found in town. It was the first cake he had ever baked and it was
fantastic.
Apparently, while Rachel and I were out walking they had
planned all of this and not only the dinner and cake, but also they rebuilt the
wagon with new barring washers, grease, and spacers and made it better than it
has been since we first began using it.
Today, they took us to the beach. Seth gave me a board and
we sent the morning surfing. Well, Seth surfed, while I made many attempts, and
got some good rides, but don’t know if I would have called it surfing. I surfed
as a kid, but apparently, surfing is not like riding a bike.
We are rested, happy, and ready to start walking. Tomorrow
morning we will be leaving bright and early, pulling our rebuilt wagon with
restocked supplies. We expect it will take about 5 days to reach Insurentes and
two weeks to reach La Paz.
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