It's about 3:00 a.m. on Wednesday morning. I am looking forward to a forthcoming side trip to Real de Catorce and having a little trouble sleeping as a result. The home security system of preference here is dogs. . .and more dogs. . .and more dogs. And boy, can they raise hell in the early morning hours with their barking.
Real de Catorce is an old mining town, now essentially a ghost town, about 200 miles north of here where silver was discovered in 1772. It is situated in the Sierra de Catorce mountain range at about 9,000 feet above sea level. One has to drive through a 1.5 mile-long, one-way tunnel to get to it.
I have grown so attached to the high desert around San Miguel, which is at about 6,000 feet above sea level. (See entry of July 25.) Real de Catorce should be like the high desert with ice cream on top. We will also head out into the Valle del Salado to the west. You gotta love a place named Valley of the Salt, I would think.
I am driving up with the children, Fabien the Frenchman and Maga the Artist. The truck is washed for the first time in a long time. We have our tents and sleeping bags and equipment packed and will be leaving in a few hours.
It appears that there is an internet cafe in the village up there. I will take my laptop and see if I can post an interim report or two here on the blog while we are there.
Tip of the Day: It is best not to sleep in black clothing. Evil spirits tend to stick to black. On the other hand they slide right off of white. Therefore, it is a good idea to sleep in white or nothing at all.