The drive to Catevina is one we are successful in
forgetting. That’s why we do it again
and again. The road is narrow, the truck
traffic memorable and the abrupt shoulder or mostly no shoulder just an
edge….well…it makes for a long trip even though it’s short.
We arrive at Santa Inez campground around noon and have our
choice of sites. We are again, the only
campers. It is absolutely beautiful up
in this high desert place. The dogs can
run a little, Skipper can play ball and Sparky can be on a long line. We unhitch the Jeep and take a run into the
little restaurant and backyard junk yard hoping to find Pancho Marina. Last year Pancho welded a part on John and
Deb’s trailer on a Sunday morning in less that balmy weather. Steve took note of his tools and saw the hack
saw blade was warped and more than dull.
One of our last stops was Home Depot to pick up a few blades as a
gift. Luckily we walked right up to
Pancho, who was in the back folding a tarp. We try to explain he had helped us
last March and we were all so grateful.
Smiling he gives Steve a “fist up” handshake.
Driving a little further on we realize how easy the road
seems in a car. Not exactly wider, just
so much easier and enjoyable. A few
stops for burro photography and amazing cactus pictures and maybe just because
we could. You can never pull the RV off
the road any old place!
As we get toward the magic light hour….or minutes…we both
take our cameras and hike up the desert trail adjacent to our camp. There is every type of cactus waiting to have
its portrait taken. Our first Gilla
woodpecker appears, calling loudly.
Quiet is the word for the night. Tomorrow on to Guerreo Negro and our last
look at the Pacific side of the Baja for quite a while. We hope we remember that the road gets a little
or a lot better? If only wishing made
things so!
P.S. Posting this tonight from Guerreo Negro....tucked into Marios RV for the night. Once again, ALONE! Where are the tourists?
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