Today was a slog. The wind wasn’t much less than yesterday, so everything happened slowly and I got very tired. However the temperature was nice and the sun not too strong, so despite the wind I quite enjoyed the ride and could not think of anything else I’d rather be doing.
Horses casually strolling the plaza, all by themselves. I love Mexico
Stopped in Alfredo V. Bonfile to dry my tent, which I’d packed up sopping wet from the morning dew. It looks calm in this picture, but in reality I was fussing around making sure nothing blew away
I came across this unhappy Christmas, front tire flat and rear tire shredded. I sat in its shade and ate all my oranges, wondering who the owner was and how long they drove on the rims. Only a quarter mile, it turns out
I finished my oranges and was about to leave a “thanks for the shade, hope it all worked out” note when the state police drove up. The pistol packing fellow on the left was the owner, and also evidently the boss as he was happy to chat while the others set about fixing things
Gil, originally from Chihuahua, had decided he was done working at the mine and was on his way to Mexicali, unaware the next town was 30 miles away. I gave him the rest of my water and showed him where things were on the map
