Guamuchil to Pericos

Dom and I got an early start on the day, but Pedro had mentioned the night before that he’d like to sleep in.  With our riding styles that would mean he’d eventually catch up with me.  The hills weren’t too bad, but the scenery started to turn to desert and the temps began to climb.

Where did all the green tones go?

About 10am Dom and I pulled into a little oasis nestled on the side of a mild climb.  A sign out front proclaimed “Queso” which should indicate a place which serves up daily fresh made cheese.  We pulled in and the word oasis became very fitting.  For being in the middle of nowhere this was a really nice little place.  Two older ladies were working the place.  There were flower gardens the likes of which I hadn’t seen since I left my house…very pretty.

Nice little patio…and shade!
Pretty in pink.

After having a plate of Huevos Rancheros we decided to sit back in one of their several comfortable rocking chairs.  It probably took me about 5 minutes before I started to nod off.  The owner started us asking if we wanted something but neither Dom nor I could grasp what she was saying.  She motioned for us to follow her.  We walked to the rear of the compound and saw a covered area with three hammocks slung.  Oh yeah!  We both crashed for about an hour or so before Pedro ambled in.  He was about ready to ride by when the owner’s husband saw Pedro and flagged him down.

Pedro commented that it was blistering hot out and the Garmin showed it was 95 in the shade.  Pedro had a bite to eat and hit the road again.  Dom wasn’t sure if he was going to head out now or wait for the heat to pass.  He pissed about for a few minutes before deciding to go.  I said I was going to try to hitch a ride.  I wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of riding the hills in the heat.

I stood on the side of the road for about 15 minutes before deciding that I may as well ride instead of just standing around in the sun.  It was a good decision.  The hills weren’t too bad and I actually enjoyed the ride.  I seems I had turned a pivotal corner…at least as far as being able to finally enjoy riding goes.

I caught up with them at the exit into Pericos.  We rode into town and had a hell of a time finding the one and only hotel…oh what a place.  It cost 350 pesos.  I paid and then the owner told us there wasn’t any water for another 3 hours.  We stowed our gear and searched out dinner.  As a side note they both had noteworthy things happen while in search of the hotel.  Dom had some old boy try to hook him up with a local working girl and some local kids try to sell him a bag of weed, while Pedro had the local law enforcement try to sell him some cocaine.  It was the first time they had seen that side of Mexico.  Would be nice if it’s the last time.

Our deluxe sumptuous accommodations for the night.

Not long after the above photo was taken we got water in the room…although the shower didn’t work…at least we could brush our teeth.

The next morning we would have been on the road fairly early except we couldn’t leave the room…until we could open the door.  The friggin’ lock was froze up.  After banging on the door the owner heard us and after about 10 minutes he was finally able to get it open.  Yep, great place!

We walked across the street for some breakfast prior to hitting the road and I’m glad we did as we met “Alan” who spoke english and said he would be in Culiacan later in the day.  He said he’d like to have us over for dinner while we were there and gave us his number.  It was a nice way to end our time in town.

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