Well worth the drive, especially if you miss the little place Penasco used to be. It's the beach I grew up going to. It's an hour drive from Pitiquito and we would make a big ordeal out of packing up like we were going on vacation for weeks...just to spend the day at the beach!. My grandmother and great-aunts would sit and gossip while they collected little stacks of shells, the cousins would get all rowdy and play all day in the sea and sand, the uncles drinking and telling lies about their exploits and at night we would sit around and listen to scary stories and fascinating tales of our earlier generations of relatives. I can literally recount all the stories to this day.
Samples:
- Don Manuel Gamboa, famous diviner from Pitiquito who actually was part of the investigation into the kidnapping of the Lindbergh baby
- My great-grandfather, father of nine, died in the desert on one of his many prospecting trips. Stories abounded of how his footsteps could be heard on the roof of the house long after his death. He used to spend a lot of time up there, apparently. Anyway, the family would run up to check and there was no one, but sometimes tools of his would be left in weird places.
- El Carrizales, a relative who rode with Pancho Villa was said to have buried a treasure in the desert somewhere and there was always talk of how on Dia de los Muertos, strange lights would appear to help guide the living to the treasures.
There's more...much more...
Alright guys, thanks for the trip down memory lane
