The Sun Was Going Down in the East

The road out of Mulege winds along past beautiful beaches and mangrove-lined lagoons. At times it hugs cliffs over little coves with sailboats lying at anchor in the placid turquoise waters. We arrived in the old town of Loreto, the orignial capital of the Californias, it's original settlement dating back to 1697. We ate breakfast there and took pictures on the cobblestone street with the wind blown sea sparkling in the background. Miguel drove the next leg of the highway, back inland over the low mountains and down into the low plain to the town of Ciudad Insurgentes, where we went through a glorieta (one of those circular interchanges, common to Mexico, where four roads come together, and you go around some statue in the middle of town and turn down the road you want), and the Insanity Pepper drove right past the the road going South, and turned onto the one going North. I was alseep in the back, nursing a nasty Jack and Tecate hangover. When I woke up late that afternoon, I noticed the sun was going down in the East. I hoped it was some big bend in the highway which would soon turn back to the south again, but after about forty-five minutes I began to berate the Pepper and took the helm again and flipped us around and we headed back south again.