So, I am doing a fair share of the driving, not because I have to, but because I tend to drive no matter where I am sitting. Larry doesn't seem to mind, as long as there is decent cell service, and he usually settles in and reads or naps.
Today's drive, however, was a bit of a challenge. Not only were there lots of potholes to watch for, but we had to pass the same loaded semi twice as we made our way along a 80 km curvy stretch of highway to our next destination, Creel. Passing required the lead rig and each successive rig to periodically radio ahead whether there was oncoming traffic, because there were few stretches where you could actually see far enough ahead to pass. It was a little nerve racking, but it was also exhilarating! Taking these small leaps of faith is good character development!
This morning it was Garth's turn to have trouble with his rig. The temperatures had gotten low enough overnight that he was having trouble releasing the emergency brake on his Trek so that he could start the motor. Turned out he was low on some fluids and once the levels were topped off, we were on our way.
We didn't take many photos of the day's drive, and were in Creel by lunchtime. We are staying at a resort that used to cater to RV'ers once upon a time, but the days of caravans coming here ended years ago, so the camping area is a little weedy. However most of the sites have 15amp service, and there are dumping facilities.
As soon as we arrived, Ruth made a few announcements, one of which was where we could take the laundry. A lavanderia was located behind the resort restaurant and I walked over with two loads of laundry. The facility had a commercial washer and dryer, and for 300 pesos, I had two loads washed, dried and folded by 3pm.
While the laundry was being washed, Larry and I took the bikes down and rode into town looking for a bank. I asked an elderly man where the closest bank and atm was located. After he showed me, he asked me where I was from. I answered in a small voice, "de los ustados unidos." (I answered this way due to the current political situation, which I won't go into. Suffice it to say, it's a little embarrassing and humbling as a US citizen to experience the kind of hospitality and friendliness that has been extended to us in Mexico). Anyway, he asked me to narrow down which state, and it turned out he had a niece who is a public school teacher in Chicago. He then took my hand and gave me a warm welcome to Mexico.
Larry hadn't had any lunch, so we went into a restaurant, Simple, located next to the bank, where he had a hamburguesa Milano. We then rode back to the rv park and hung around until group happy hour.
This is the rv camping spot that the resort ran to accomodate a train that could transport tourists and rigs to Copper Canyon. The train no longer transports campers, and it had been a long time since anyone had camped here. Later in the evening, a man came around and offered to weed wack around our campers. The weeds were rife with hitchhikers, so having some clearing will provide relief from the prickly plants.
View of the main tourist drag in Creel.
Nice little restaurant where Larry enjoyed a burger.
If we are what we eat, then I am a delight!
Roughly, once I got to know people, I found I preferred my dog.
As soon as we arrived, there were several homeless dogs that came out to greet us. These two followed me home after dinner and slept on the mat outside our camper. They were such sweet dogs!