From the 49th Parallel to the Tropic of Cancer
My trip to date……yes, i’m road weary and looking for a spot to camp out by the beach for a week! Ay yi yi, this Scout is tired. It is the eve of Diaz del Muerto but cities make me too loco and the small villages aren’t very accepting of strangers for this (I can’t blame them). So , I miss out on this event which I’ve always wanted to participate in. It is not meant to be, and instead I will reflect on the people in my life who have passed over, died, kicked the bucket. I’m lucky to have known them and lucky to be safe in my van at the Pemex Hotel, fed, clean (sort of), my laundry done and a good day’s travel tomorrow to seek refuge from the road.