Cerveza por mi?
Trip Start
Jul 28, 1975
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27
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Trip End
Ongoing
Having worked every Spring Break in college, I wanted to do something on my last one. Stacy, Aubony, Joe, Sara, and I drove down to Big Bend National Park, and camped one night in the Basin of the Chisos Mountains.
Then we hooked up with some other friends and went down an offroad path to Ernst Tenaja, and a bunch of limestone "bowls" carved by water. A full moon allowed us to roam the desert at night without a flash light for the couple nights we camped there.
The Hale Bopp comet was in the sky throughout the trip, making it even more surreal than that crazy desperate desert already is.
For a buck, a man took us over the Rio Grande in a canoe to Boquillas, Mexico. A subsistence farming village with a couple of bead and trinket stands for the gringos. They had one bar, which was all we needed.
We came across a school that was having a fiesta, and dishing up caborito (goat), frijoles, and cans of Modelo cerveza that were very welcome after a long walk through the desert. To this day, that Modelo is the coldest, most refreshing beer I've ever tasted.
We missed the last boat back, and ended up crossing the Big Bend of the Rio Grande on foot.
Then we hooked up with some other friends and went down an offroad path to Ernst Tenaja, and a bunch of limestone "bowls" carved by water. A full moon allowed us to roam the desert at night without a flash light for the couple nights we camped there.
The Hale Bopp comet was in the sky throughout the trip, making it even more surreal than that crazy desperate desert already is.
For a buck, a man took us over the Rio Grande in a canoe to Boquillas, Mexico. A subsistence farming village with a couple of bead and trinket stands for the gringos. They had one bar, which was all we needed.
We came across a school that was having a fiesta, and dishing up caborito (goat), frijoles, and cans of Modelo cerveza that were very welcome after a long walk through the desert. To this day, that Modelo is the coldest, most refreshing beer I've ever tasted.
We missed the last boat back, and ended up crossing the Big Bend of the Rio Grande on foot.

