Bonito Juarez
The thing you learn, very quickly here, is that no one knows
distance. They say 20 minutes and that usually means an hour. They say it’s up
the road, and that means, today, switchback up 3,000 feet on a dirt road. By
the end of the drive up there, I was rallying, white knuckled and exhausted.
When we reached our destination, as Tom Tom would say, the wind was blowing
like crazy and nothing was moving outside of the houses but the chimney smoke.
We found the guy, and a cabin. It was so stinking cute, but seriously cold. The
guy brought us some firewood later, and made the most impressive fire. It put
most mountain men I know to shame. Unfortunately, when it began to rain outside
the smoke stated pouring into the cabin and we had to open the windows.
Defeated the fire all together. We woke early again and headed out.
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