It was another long day, up hill and into the headwinds.
A stop in a little dusty town provided a respite from the heat and an excellent café, with great carne seca tacos washed down with an orange Fanta.
We left the town, heavy with water. Our progress was slowed by the relentless headwinds and water was not assured until the next stop, San Felipe, still over 100 miles (160 km) away.
A fast descent off of a high desert plateau close to sunset was slowed by another military checkpoint. No bag searches this time, only some friendly banter, questions about our origination and destination, and curiosity regarding our rear view mirrors attached to our sun glasses.
The road was fenced, on both sides, as it had been all day with few exceptions — not a good sign for finding a good camping spot . Luckily, Sarah spotted a break in the fence with no “Propiedad Privada” signs in sight.
The luck held out as we found a flat sandy spot, relatively free of cacti. We set up camp in our own massive cactus garden as the sun went down and the moon came up. It was absolutely silent. There were no sounds of insects or birds. The wind died down and the only sound left was us, treading carefully, to avoid a foot full of cactus spines, or worse, a tush full.