Discover the area of El Salto del Diablo with this destination guide (Miranda) in Venezuela. Weather forecast, images and videos, local events and things to do. El relato indígena inicialmente parece emplazar al conquistador y conjurar su . mientras que otros lo relacionan con “representaciones del diablo recogidas en .. tarde, después de reen- contrarse con sus compañeros, de huir de los indios . Reencounter (El reen- cuentro). JUAN OSCAR PONFERRADA () used folklore materials for his melodrama, The Devil’s Carnival (El carnaval del diablo, .
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Centuries ago, El Camino del Diablo was a network of footpaths that led to water, sacred places, villages, and hunting grounds. These footpaths spanned from Sonoyta, Sonora to Yuma, Arizona. Today, it is a remote recreation destination for the adventurous tourist. It is also a perilous route, taken by many, in hope of making a new life in a new land.
After hearing much about this route from friends, and internet sources, that talked up its remoteness, mystique, history, and danger, and being the desert rat that I am, I was eager to see what it was all about. And it did not disappoint. We left Ajo in the late afternoon. The dirt road leaving the highway was in good shape, and we made forty-five kilometers well before sunset.
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After chatting with a border patrol agent about where best to camp, we set out away from the mountain features of the landscape to find a place to camp in the flat open desert. Before the flats, we came upon Growler Wash, and lured by its shade, we picked a spot to camp under a Palo Verde tree.
Just before sunset, I saw a group of birds, then more birds, and more birds, big black birds, black vultures, flying over and along the wash. They kept coming and coming. There were hundreds, and hundreds, and more flying in …at least a thousand vultures descended upon Growler Wash. I love vultures, so I was thrilled. It felt so special I though I might cry with excitement over this experience. Why were they all here? Is this where they have always come?
Is this a migration path? Did a herd of cattle die beyond these trees? Maybe they just came to say hello to me, to watch over me in the night? They were flying around a bit, a few here, a few there, landing in and out of trees before settling in to roost for the night, right where we also decided was a perfect place to camp.
I watched them settle on a branch, flip out their wings, giving them a little wiggle and shake, and then tuck them in close to their bodies; then they tucked their neck down into their shoulders. Upon waking, in the pre-dawn light, I could see that they were still perched in their trees. We gathered up camp and rode off into the morning wondering what the day might bring.
We cruised into Papago Well, arriving well before noon. We filled our canteens and settled in under a shade tree for a long afternoon siesta. A few other tourists passed through while we were there; they asked redn our bikes and our journey, and were impressed that we were out here so exposed in such a remote area. It was a hot afternoon, hotter than we were hoping it would be. I sucked down two and a half liters of water during our three hour siesta in the shade.
We set out again just before 3: In the next two hours I drank another three liters of water. We camped in the Pinacate Lava Fields. The plants were sparse, but lush and green through here. A mosquito sang in a my ear, and a deer passed nearby.
The surrounding mountains, pale desert diwblo, and black lava boulders glowed in the pink hues of the setting sun. We could hear trucks and other traffic on Mexico hwy-2 to the south. A few birds flew through camp as we settled in for the night. Did I sweat it all out? It was still dark out, and we got an early start hoping to beat the heat. Later in the morning we rested for a bit in the shade. A newish, shiny, black pickup approached from further down the road.
It stopped twenty five meters shy of us. A guy got out and started ducking down, peering through diahlo bushes. Can I help you? This guy is really creepy.
And a guy like that probably would have started shooting. We rode for a ways, riablo Cabeza Prieta Peak, then chatted with a eiablo patrol for a few minutes.
And then a third border patrol, who was very concerned if we had enough water. My first reaction was to duck for cover, and then I remembered that I was already lying flat on the ground. Two more planes flew over.
For flying so low they were amazingly quiet, I replied. They were like sleek, black, stealth planes. They had green lights on the underside of their wings, tail, and front. It has been a good speed our whole bike journey so far. And then he said, I really think this is what people think the Arizona Trail is like: The sand was a little tiring to ride through this morning, but we made it to High Tanks in siablo for second breakfast.
I got three liters of water. The water was a little yellow-ish, viablo had a fresh, earthy flavor. We stopped for a siesta under a Palo Verde in a wash. It was a nice soft sand, and Neon said it was like we were at the beach. We pushed our bikes, and pushed some more. It was getting late and we finally gave idablo and rode on the north side of the ell through the desert. We fell a little shy on of our usual kilometers for the day and camped near the entrance to Spook Canyon.
We could see the lights of Yuma in the distance. I fell asleep watching the alpenglow fade on the Tinajas Mountains. The wind blew through the night. It was hot and I dreamt about fizzy Italian wine, Lambrusco, and organic strawberries. We woke early, in the dark, excited to get to Yuma. I bought Lambrusco and organic strawberries.
I ate the strawberries immediately, and then decanted the Lambrusco into my Klean Kanteen. It fizzed and spurted out of the Kanteen as we pedaled across Yuma to a hotel on the other side of town.
Riding on pavement is like hyperdrive, the kilometers go by at the speed of light. You can also follow me on Instagram theredheadednomad and on Facebook redheadednomad.
There were steel grids on this section of the road to make driving through the sand easier. Groups of tires, bundled together, are used by the border patrol to drag the road, sweeping it clean of prints.
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Like Liked by 1 person. Thanks for the great write up. Planning to give this a shot next week and was looking for a recent passage account!
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