…that’s how this trip started, at least the campsite we stayed at.
Just outside of the Douglas, AZ border, was a recreational shotgun club and had different activities each day including duck hunting the day we were there. A very friendly place with regular snowbirds that had been camped in their RVs for weeks or months.
Mark, a fellow ADV rider whom I met on the Panama/Colombia crossing joined us for a few days and we all headed into Mexico together. It was great to see him and I think he thoroughly enjoyed the couple days as well. If he felt anything like me, it was just great to be back in Mexico. The border crossing went very smoothly and we were continuously welcomed.
We headed straight to Sal’s ranch (…post…) . Having been almost 3 years I feared Pancho would have passed away from his tumor in his wrist that he refused to get medical treatment for. When we were on the ranch last, we were told it needed to be amputated but Pancho would have nothing of it and instead believed it to be some kind of voodoo. Pancho was alive and well with scares up and down his arm from something eating him inside. His wrist was still bothering him and not as functional as one would hope but not really any worse than the last time we saw him and he was in full spirits.
The sad news is Sal was not at the ranch at from what my Spanish could decipher, he was in Hermosillo getting cancer treatment for what sounded like colon cancer.
Pancho said he’ll be back in a week or so, so we plan to stop by on the way back to see how he’s doing.