Cinderella Taxis; Movin’ On; Power To The People
At 9:00 A.M. the taxis from last night re-appeared, magically transformed into “Tour Buses”, although we were unable to tell from their outward appearance. They must turn back into taxis at midnight. They took us on a tour of Mulege, which proved the point that it’s all about the journey, not the destination, as the route included sections of road that only a mountain goat would attempt. First stop was an original Jesuit Mission dedicated to Santa Rosalia:
We then visited the original Territorial Prison, which had a bit of a different take on rehabilitation. Since the prison only held prisoners who had not committed serious crimes, they were let out at 7:00 A.M. to do manual labour in the community, without supervision. At 7:00 P.M., a conch shell was blown, summoning them back to the prison. For most of its history, the prison held only male prisoners, but at some point two women who had killed their husbands were incarcerated there. This is an original painting of the Virgin Mary (Our Lady of Guadaloupe, patron saint of Mexico) done by one of these women on her cell wall:
Nice view of Mulege from the prison:
Mulege has been hit by frequent hurricanes over the last decade, but they keep rebuilding and carrying on.
Last stop was the lighthouse, but we were not able to reach it because the tide was in. However, Jeannine embraced the Sea of Cortez, at least up to her knees.
We returned to the rigs just before noon, to be greeted by good news and bad news (have you sensed a theme here?). The good news was that the tractor had arrived to clear up the RV park mess; the bad news was that it broke down. Consequently, the decision was made to push on to Loreto/Puerto Escondido a day early, so we will be spending three days there instead of two. Pretty drive:
When we arrived, the heavy equipment was finishing repairing the damage from the same storm that hit us in Santa Rosalia, so there was a bit of a wait before we could get in. The park has water, sewer and electrical hookups, which have been upgraded by the new owner, who also owns the hotel just up the road. About half an hour after we were all settled, it became evident that the upgrade hadn’t gone far enough, as the power shut down completely. An electrician managed to restore it, but warned us not to put too heavy a load on it, pending more permanent repairs tomorrow. As the sun went down behind the mountains, we had a happy-hour party in the empty site next to ours.