Alamos was untouched by the hurricane and received very little rain or wind. We were, of course not here, so my reports are based on accounts from neighbors, postings on the Alamos websites from people who were here and of course, how things looked when we returned.
Unfortunately, residents of Guaymus, Empalme and San Carlos, and many other towns along the Sea of Cortez and inland, were not so lucky. You can read some of those reports from several of the blogs we follow (listed on the right of the blog) and from residents of those towns at the Mexico My-Space website.
We started traveling south on Friday morning. We went through customs without any problems, as usual. I just closed my eyes when Senor stopped to wait for the light to turn red. This time, one of the new college educated border agents gestured for us to pull into the bay, which much to my chagrin, Senor did.
The agent asked us, in perfect English, where we had been and where we were going. Senor, who will not miss a chance to practice his Spanish, gave him all the answers and the agent asked if he could look inside the truck, which he did. He asked if we had anything to declare and we said no.
He asked why we were traveling on this day......the road is closed ahead.................closed?..................yes, because of Jimena, 15 is closed after Hermosillo...............you will stay the night in Hermosillo..................okay, we said, and he waved us through.
We got to Hermosillo, had lunch and decided the road looked pretty good to us, traffic was moving and surely, if the road was closed, someone here would be telling us so?
The picture below could have been taken one hundred times over the next three hours and it would look the same.......................the people might come and go, but the line lasted for miles ahead.
Senor has tired of walking and talking and is bug watching now in the photo below.
On one of his walks he is told by a group of mexican men that the road is washed out ahead. They say there is a dam up in the hills and before Jimena could make landfall, 'someone' decided to open the dam and release alot of water to minimize any flooding Jimena might cause. The plan has backfired or fired back, Senor is not sure which it is.
We discuss whether to turn around and go back to Hermosillo or stay in the line. We note there is no traffic coming north.
Suddenly, after almost three hours, we see everyone is running to their cars and trucks and buses and we all make a surge southward for about three miles and we stop, and we wait and we surge forward again two more times, only to stop and wait.
Finally we are in Guaymus and it is a terrible mess. Like last year's Julio, Jimena has covered Guaymus in mud and water, uprooted trees and downed stop signs, but we have arrived a day after the destruction and clean up has already begun in the city.
It is outside the city, in slow moving stop and go traffic, that we are guided to the north bound lanes. We continue south and begin to see some of the terrible damage that has yet to be accessed. Sometimes we are driving on what is left of the highway..........very narrow strips.
Sometimes, we are turned back slowly to a southbound lane while northbound traffic is pushed through.
Many of the small bridges are washed away completely or partially. There is alot of asphalt broken and laying across the roads and fields.
Below, we are waiting to cross the narrow strip between Guaymus and Empalme. For most of the distance we traveled in the north bound lanes. The traffic stretched all the way across the narrow causeway and beyond.
My little brother, George, the famous bass player for Black Oak Arkansas, is tuning up my Gibson 12-string by the pool while his grandson, Eli, watches with a mouth full of candy.
And last, but not least...................KD and Ian in disguise below..................hoping I will not blog this photo...................