And dusty roads, adobe walls, and small humble homes. It was the chili harvest and we were greeted with roadside stands selling bright red Mexican chili peppers.
Lake Novillo is a man made lake, and as the waters rose the villagers had to move to higher ground to save their homes. They were not able, however, to move their ancient, old cathedral, built in the 1600's, nor were they able to move their cemetery. Most of the time these are buried under the lake, but once in a while when the water level is down, the cemetery appears as does the crumbling walls of the cathedral. We were able to go and touch and see the cathedral and marvel at the centuries old workmanship still standing. Walking in the graveyard that was under water was eerie, but amazing.
Our purpose in going was bass fishing. And fish we did! Judy took most of the fishing pictures which I do not have at this time. Here is a photo of my brother, Ken and his tilapia. He was such a patient mentor and teacher as he took these very novice bass fishermen and showed us the ropes. We probably caught about 30 bass/day. The amazing thing, we would return to hour home in the evening and the villagers would come and take our fish and soon bring them back all cleaned, filleted and ready to eat. What a deal.
On our way back to the States we took another road that followed the trail of the Franciscan Padres. We were able to stop and view at least 5 of the missions that they established in the 1600's. All of
Then it was back to the border . Our last view of Mexico and their flags flying for a recent fiesta.
What an great adventure into our neighbor to the south.