We are down to eight rigs now but not the way we hoped. Karen came out of her rig calling for help. When we went over there Randy was not responding. He came to with chest pains so we put him in our truck and raced for the hospital. Luckily I went to town in the morning and snooped around so I knew where most things were. After he stabalized there they were going to release him when he had another attack. They called an ambulance to take him code 3 to a larger town north of here. Linda went with them in the ambulance and we went back to the campsite and had a rest and got up to go at 6 am and bring their rig there. So far they determined it had something to do with his heart and they were transferring him to La Paz for to a larger hospital for more tests and his medical insurance was going to airlift them both back to Canada. Barry our wagon master and wife Vanda came to the hospital and we moved their rig to a Federal Police station. Their medical insurance will transfer their rig back. The above picture has Randy on the left in a wheel chair waiting for the ambulance for the 5 hour ride to La Paz. Next is Vanda, Randy's wife Karen and Dave. We are waiting word how things went.
This is the hallway in the hospital. Notice the dirty walls. It was cold at night in there and Karen and Linda froze all night.
A view from our winding highway to the road yet to travel, just south of Loreto.
A stop to enjoy the view of the Sea of Cortez.
Same place.
Coming into Loreto there is a Canadian development with golf and condos.
Our private lagoon where five of us camped for 2 nights.
Another side trip I took and found these colourful houses. Mostly people from Oregon here.
Heading north we hit high winds and sand storm heading to Geurrero Negro.
This shows how narrow parts of the highway are and how close semis come to our rigs.
We saw this car blazing at the side of the road as well as two flipped semis.
When we got here Senior Roy hosted happy hour with the customary sombrero.
After that we had blindfold races The driver is blindfolded and the passenger gives directions around the pylons on the course.
Later Carol went.
Here she is crossing the finish line on a perfect run. Others went way off course and almost hit signs and parked vehicles as well as spectators.
Roy came in first thanks to Carols excellent navigation calls.
This was our site in Catavina. Pictures don't do it justice. The rock formations were fantastic. We had a campfire in the evening and there was a tree with large branches going straight sideways. Ron walked into it not once but twice.
I did another coffee breakfast in Colonia Vincente Guerrero. Here's Ron getting his morning coffee in his housecoat.
At Estero Beach we all went to the restaurant for our last meal together. All the men wore Hawaiian shirts in memory of Randy, who liked to wear them.
Interesting urinals, all different heights.
This is the huge home of the owner of the RV site, facing the ocean. This picture was taken from our RV.
Here's a Bimbo. We saw Bimbo delivery trucks all through our trip.
This is the final hill to the border. Tijuana on the right and the US on the left. The zig zag wall is the border fence put up by the US to keep people out.
Where we were entering the line to the US, it was backed way passed there. We budged into line by the police and jammed the whole intersection. The police wanted us to go to the back of the line but the first RV was too big and pulling a towed vehicle. He explained he could not turn around, so the beleaguered police asked if they had three waters. They gave him two waters and a coke and he let all seven of us in the line. The other vehicles we not too happy but we were on our way.
This is in the final line. Vendors were set up in between the lanes selling everything imaginable, including prescription medicine. It took us two hours to get through, even with butting in line. We made it to Palm Springs for dinner.
