Coyotes yapped us awake in the morning to get us an early start. This area is the Valle de los Cirios where Jesuit priests established a mission in 1767.
We set out looking for some onyx from the area. We hit a jackpot when we discovered Luis and his family. They have turned their house into a roadside store promoting onyx from the local area.
Gorgeous stuff. And although Everette and I aren’t collectors of anything (but our children and memories!!) we both felt impressed to purchase something from this family. I don’t think it was pity…..there are certainly families that look worse off than this one. But we both felt a sense of needing to buy. So we picked out a mascot for our van and our family, the Traveling Tortugas.
It now sits firmly on our dash, keeping his eye on the road. His name is Marmol, which is the geographical area from which the onyx was mined (El Marmol). Marmol means ‘marble’.
Lunch was 16km down a dirt road from El Rosario, out to Puenta Baja Fish Camp.
With grey clouds that looked like possible rain we made a quick meal then it was play time. The kids climbed the banks, we admired the ground cover flowers, and Mitchell and Maret braved the Pacific for some time surfing. Everette and I tried to figure out ‘where we go from here’.