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Say it with me, with a whisper: Mexico.
Meet the lovely town of El Desemboque. Down a narrow road, 80km west of Caborca and right on the Sea of Cortez. Children play on the beach and wave. A strand of old palapas overlook the sea. A tall tower with a light on it makes a rustic lighthouse. One deposito. Two restaurants.
It's a quiet place. Desembocar, the verb, in Spanish means "to lead." We were headed to Puerto Peñasco from Caborca when the sign read "Desemboque 80km."
"Check the map," I asked Brooke. "I think that's on the coast."
"It is. Look at this. It's a tiny little dot."
"You wanna go? Let's skip Peñasco."
"Okay! Let's do it!"
Two gringos in a Nissan Frontier got "desembocared" to El Desemboque. You could give me one of those bumper stickers that touts, "I listen to the voices in my head. That's how I got here." Dave Wilcox calls it The Guidance. If you care.
Evidently, there are 2 of these in Mexico. The other one is further south, and more "famous." But at this one, we had the beach to ourselves with a bucket of 12 Tecates (the only beer available in town). In the morning, while watching the birds nibble up breakfast and the fishermen embark on their daily duty, a family in a tiny car pulled up to our camp and honked. They had a black purse. Brooke had left it in town somewhere; as life is in these towns, someone must have said, "Hey, that probably belongs to the Americanos sleeping on the beach. Take it down to them."
How about that, huh?
There's more to the story, but that's all I feel like telling right now.
I thank you for clicking in here.
Mark
Say it with me, with a whisper: Mexico.
Meet the lovely town of El Desemboque. Down a narrow road, 80km west of Caborca and right on the Sea of Cortez. Children play on the beach and wave. A strand of old palapas overlook the sea. A tall tower with a light on it makes a rustic lighthouse. One deposito. Two restaurants.
It's a quiet place. Desembocar, the verb, in Spanish means "to lead." We were headed to Puerto Peñasco from Caborca when the sign read "Desemboque 80km."
"Check the map," I asked Brooke. "I think that's on the coast."
"It is. Look at this. It's a tiny little dot."
"You wanna go? Let's skip Peñasco."
"Okay! Let's do it!"
Two gringos in a Nissan Frontier got "desembocared" to El Desemboque. You could give me one of those bumper stickers that touts, "I listen to the voices in my head. That's how I got here." Dave Wilcox calls it The Guidance. If you care.
Evidently, there are 2 of these in Mexico. The other one is further south, and more "famous." But at this one, we had the beach to ourselves with a bucket of 12 Tecates (the only beer available in town). In the morning, while watching the birds nibble up breakfast and the fishermen embark on their daily duty, a family in a tiny car pulled up to our camp and honked. They had a black purse. Brooke had left it in town somewhere; as life is in these towns, someone must have said, "Hey, that probably belongs to the Americanos sleeping on the beach. Take it down to them."
How about that, huh?
There's more to the story, but that's all I feel like telling right now.
I thank you for clicking in here.
Mark
