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Wadley: Circulo Completo
For those interested... just updated my final entry into the Skip Hunt Vagabond travel blog with fresh text and photos from the desert region called Huiricuta by the Huichol Indians @ Estacion Wadley in San Luis Potosi, Mexico
"Again, rain and cold. Hopefully once I get back to the sacred desert known as Huiricuta by the Huichol Indians, where I began this journey, the weather would be good. I thought perhaps I’d get one more lucky break on this trip… that my ride from Zacatecas back to Wadley on the way North to the Texas border would be a good one. Why I thought that, I can’t tell you. Maybe it was because I felt like I’d endured so many unpleasant terror rides already, and I deserved a nice easy ride.
Then I sort of gave myself a virtual slap in the face. Why did I feel like I’d earned anything at all? There had been nothing sacrificed to anyone at all. Nothing really labored or offered. It was the rainy season in Mexico, so what did I expect? I’d made it this far and had escaped some fairly dodgy situations completely unscathed. I should be utterly thrilled that I’d made it this far and that soon I would cross the border back into Texas without any catastrophic incident. Besides, what’s a little rain and chilly weather? I’d already endured much worse already and I wouldn’t dwell on the minutia.
It was about that time that I pulled over just out of Zacatecas to gas up before heading toward Huiricuta. Almost as soon as I’d given up on self-pity to simply accept the hand I’d currently been dealt, that the clouds began to part. Sunshine started streaming down and washed the entire desert landscape in fresh desert hues. I asked the fellow filling my tank details about the free highway I was about to take toward Wadley and how long he thought it was take to get there. He asked me how fast my bike would go. I told him nearly 200km per hour at maximum throttle. His eyebrows raised and told me I’d make it easily in an hour and a half. I asked, “By the map it looks like easily three hours… are you sure?” He confirmed the estimate and added that the highway is straight, flat, no curves, and empty.
Yes! It probably wasn’t the smartest decision I’d ever made, but for an entire hour I maintained 115mph and passed only one pickup truck along the desert highway. My being was again completely immersed with my surroundings of cool, dry desert breeze to my back… puffy clouds floating above in an ocean of royal blue…. the bike’s motor at an even drone that served as mantra…. and again, I felt that sensation of the “me” not even being there at all. It’s hard to describe what that feels like. But, I now know it’s not imperative to have the help of peyote to get there.
As I passed the one and only pick up truck on that highway, I noticed it was full of people under a large plastic tarp. As I passed, I noticed three of them had cameras and were trying to take photos of me passing the truck. I smiled.
Don Thomas was pleased to see me, partly I suppose because there weren’t many rent-paying bohemians passing through lately. And partly because I’d once again made it back in one piece and he wanted to know of the places I’d been this time. He told me the whole place was empty and handed me the key to my favorite room with the blue deer painted on the wall."
To continue reading the final Skip Hunt Vagabond :: Mexico entry called "Wadley: Círculo Completo" and see fresh photos that go with this entry, go here: http://skiphuntvagabond.tumblr.com
Hasta,
Skip
"Again, rain and cold. Hopefully once I get back to the sacred desert known as Huiricuta by the Huichol Indians, where I began this journey, the weather would be good. I thought perhaps I’d get one more lucky break on this trip… that my ride from Zacatecas back to Wadley on the way North to the Texas border would be a good one. Why I thought that, I can’t tell you. Maybe it was because I felt like I’d endured so many unpleasant terror rides already, and I deserved a nice easy ride.
Then I sort of gave myself a virtual slap in the face. Why did I feel like I’d earned anything at all? There had been nothing sacrificed to anyone at all. Nothing really labored or offered. It was the rainy season in Mexico, so what did I expect? I’d made it this far and had escaped some fairly dodgy situations completely unscathed. I should be utterly thrilled that I’d made it this far and that soon I would cross the border back into Texas without any catastrophic incident. Besides, what’s a little rain and chilly weather? I’d already endured much worse already and I wouldn’t dwell on the minutia.
It was about that time that I pulled over just out of Zacatecas to gas up before heading toward Huiricuta. Almost as soon as I’d given up on self-pity to simply accept the hand I’d currently been dealt, that the clouds began to part. Sunshine started streaming down and washed the entire desert landscape in fresh desert hues. I asked the fellow filling my tank details about the free highway I was about to take toward Wadley and how long he thought it was take to get there. He asked me how fast my bike would go. I told him nearly 200km per hour at maximum throttle. His eyebrows raised and told me I’d make it easily in an hour and a half. I asked, “By the map it looks like easily three hours… are you sure?” He confirmed the estimate and added that the highway is straight, flat, no curves, and empty.
Yes! It probably wasn’t the smartest decision I’d ever made, but for an entire hour I maintained 115mph and passed only one pickup truck along the desert highway. My being was again completely immersed with my surroundings of cool, dry desert breeze to my back… puffy clouds floating above in an ocean of royal blue…. the bike’s motor at an even drone that served as mantra…. and again, I felt that sensation of the “me” not even being there at all. It’s hard to describe what that feels like. But, I now know it’s not imperative to have the help of peyote to get there.
As I passed the one and only pick up truck on that highway, I noticed it was full of people under a large plastic tarp. As I passed, I noticed three of them had cameras and were trying to take photos of me passing the truck. I smiled.
Don Thomas was pleased to see me, partly I suppose because there weren’t many rent-paying bohemians passing through lately. And partly because I’d once again made it back in one piece and he wanted to know of the places I’d been this time. He told me the whole place was empty and handed me the key to my favorite room with the blue deer painted on the wall."
To continue reading the final Skip Hunt Vagabond :: Mexico entry called "Wadley: Círculo Completo" and see fresh photos that go with this entry, go here: http://skiphuntvagabond.tumblr.com
Hasta,
Skip
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