At the bus station in Dolores. The old guy in the background (in white, with styrofoam cup) was drinking rubbing alcohol! Later he started chasing us.

We were the only ones on the late bus from Dolores to San Felipe. Note the half-naked freak who is about to attack us... Or is that Oscar.?

Paul and Mayela in the kitchen, back "home" at her grandmother's house.

The trailhead for our first hike. The last 5-6 miles was literally a goat trail. We had to get out and walk several times so the car could make it without high-centering.

Following Mayela's uncle (Pedro) up to the cave.

At the mouth of the cave. I was hoping it went way back, but it stops about another 50 feet in.

Hiking up the side of a large hill after leaving the cave.

Nice view of the valley, coming down the other side.

Our target: climb to the peak of that mountain. We ended up running out of time about halfway there.