From here we traveled south to Navojoa and then due east and up into the mountains to our destination of Los Alamos. We’d been at sea level for so long that as soon as we got above 300 feet our ears started to plug so I was constantly taking a deep breath or pulling my ear to equalize…strange. After 30 miles (50 kilometers) we drove through the gates of Los Alamos and headed down into town and our campground. Getting all settled in, we grabbed the camera and took a short walk into town. The townspeople had been gathering throughout the day to celebrate “The Revolution of 1910” but seeing as how we were getting into town so late, we missed just about the whole thing but fortunately they will all be out again on Monday for the big parade. Well, we were going to make a short night of it anyway, so we just opted for another “street” dinner and headed back to the coach. Just about 9pm a large truck pulled up next to us and a voice came with it…”We’re back and ready to go…” Sol and Carol got all the paper work done, signed and copied, and paid for before heading on to meet up with us once again.
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