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Paraiso de la Sierra

Paraiso de la Sierra
  • Autor: doraagc Seguir en flickr foto flickr
  • Fecha de la fotografía: 2013-09-15 07:08:46
  • Coordenadas geográficas de la foto: 23°47'38"N - 105°20'34"W
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quinta el Refugio

quinta el Refugio
  • Autor: baluartetours Seguir en flickr foto flickr
  • Fecha de la fotografía: 2015-03-20 22:59:46
  • Coordenadas geográficas de la foto: 23°47'6"N - 105°22'31"W
  • Cabañas en la sierra de Durango, ven y disfruta de la aventura
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12 Years Ago: El Salto

12 Years Ago: El Salto
  • Autor: Tony Pulokas Seguir en flickr foto flickr
  • Fecha de la fotografía: 2003-03-14 12:00:00
  • Coordenadas geográficas de la foto: 23°46'54"N - 105°21'39"W
  • The guy in the shop then showed me the rifle he uses when on patrol. It had "1957" molded on it, next to the Mexican seal. He then insisted on taking a photo of me with it. In the photo I look decidedly un-macho, so I'll show you the one that I took of him instead.
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12 Years Ago: El Salto

12 Years Ago: El Salto
  • Autor: Tony Pulokas Seguir en flickr foto flickr
  • Fecha de la fotografía: 2003-03-13 00:00:00
  • Coordenadas geográficas de la foto: 23°46'54"N - 105°21'39"W
  • The jokers on the bridge continued to yell confusing things to me. I said “What I want is a photo of you guys.” I pointed the camera and they ran away immediately. However, on the other side of the highway were a man yelling “over here!” and a small boy waving at me. I decided to go with the flow, and took a few photos of the boy. The man invited me into his shop, where I ended up talking with him for well over an hour. First, he had some travel posters and maps that he really wanted to show me. I said “Yes! This is called Half Dome and I’ve climbed to the top with a special ladder,” and so on. Then it occurred to me that it might have seemed boastful of me to be telling about all the interesting places I had visited while he didn’t have the ability to do the same. He told me that he had gone to Los Angeles to work (illegally, of course), but it hadn’t worked out. We talked about many things, and then he was suddenly inspired to show me an ID card that he had. It said he was in the Rurales. It was later explained to me that they are a military unit that once every two weeks spends a 3-day patrol in the mountains. I asked if there are gun battles when he is on patrol. He said, “Yes, many”. I decided not to inquire about it further.
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12 Years Ago: El Salto

12 Years Ago: El Salto
  • Autor: Tony Pulokas Seguir en flickr foto flickr
  • Fecha de la fotografía: 2003-03-14 00:00:00
  • Coordenadas geográficas de la foto: 23°46'54"N - 105°21'39"W
  • While I was taking a photo of the old man, some jokers on the elevated pedestrian bridge above him saw what was going on, and began shouting “Photo! Photo! Take a picture of them! Over here! Over there” and such. Things got really confusing, but among the their hilarious suggestions were the men gathered around the stoop that you see here. I asked “Is a photo OK with you guys?” Several in the crowd nodded, and the others stared blankly away, so I quickly composed this shot. I later asked someone else why everyone was gathered there, and he told me that they were looking for work. What I later came to understand (or think I do) is that they were day laborers, in a scene that is repeated by Mexican immigrants all around the US.
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Cabañas Quinta el Refugio

Cabañas Quinta el Refugio
  • Autor: baluartetours Seguir en flickr foto flickr
  • Fecha de la fotografía: 2014-11-26 11:22:46
  • Coordenadas geográficas de la foto: 23°47'6"N - 105°22'31"W
  • © Baluartetours
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El Salto, Durango

El Salto, Durango
  • Autor: IsiGC Seguir en flickr foto flickr
  • Fecha de la fotografía: 2008-08-08 14:23:54
  • Coordenadas geográficas de la foto: 23°46'54"N - 105°22'6"W
  • La calle de mi papá.
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12 Years Ago: El Salto

12 Years Ago: El Salto
  • Autor: Tony Pulokas Seguir en flickr foto flickr
  • Fecha de la fotografía: 2003-03-14 00:00:00
  • Coordenadas geográficas de la foto: 23°46'54"N - 105°21'39"W
  • I foolishly thought I would be able to drive from Mazatlán to Ciudad Durango before night fell. The road turned out to be a real thrill ride with scenery to rival Copper Canyon. I made no stops and took no pictures, but here’s a few I quickly dug up from other Flickr users: , and most importantly . All the guidebooks say do not do not DO NOT go exploring off the highway. At one point the big truck in front of me was going around a blind curve and narrowly avoided colliding with an oncoming truck. The truck before me then went into reverse, leaving me to decide for myself that I had better back up, too, or else get smashed. This was uncomfortable because I knew that another behemoth would be coming up behind me on the blind curve. Fortunately, the guy behind me stopped in time, but now my car was stuck between two giant trucks with nowhere to move. The tucks in front of me inched this way and that for about five minutes. Then the driver behind me got out of the cab and walked up to me, excitedly telling me “You have to bla bla bla bla so that that guy can bla bla bla bla”. This sucked for me, because not only could I not understand him, but I couldn’t see how I could move anywhere or what good it would do if I could. But before I could deal with that, the truck in front somehow worked through the jam. We filed past about 30 cars that had been stuck in the oncoming lane. For about 60 miles, the road when up, up, ever up, and about once per mile a dark green poblano chile was lying in the middle of the road. Sometimes the chiles were smashed, sometimes they weren’t, but always I wondered what it meant. After passing many trucks, I found myself behind one with a loose tarp over the bed. Every time it hit a pothole, FOOMP, a chile or two would fly out of the gap in the tarp. The sun was about to set, and so I decided I had to stop for the night in El Salto, which looked bigger and moderately less terrifying than the previous two logging towns. I didn’t see any signs that said “Hotel”, so I looked around for a sympathetic character to help me. The many guys wandering the street, duded up in the cowboy hats and boots, did not look like the sympathetic character I needed. I finally found someone who actually led me to the hotel, negotiated everything, and helped me find where to park the car! As he was about to say good night, I asked if he’d like to chat more, and I’d invite him to dinner. He said he had to work, but he could invite me back to his place for a cup of tea. So I had a great conversation with that guy for about two hours. I knew he wanted to practice English, but we spoke about 75% in Spanish. He said he enjoyed mountain biking and found El Salto to be a fine place to live. “And there’s not much crime?” I asked, optimistically. Oh no, he said, there were many muggings. The next morning, in the bright sunlight, El Salto looked a lot less threatening, and I decided that, introversion be damned, I was going to take pictures of people in the town. First, I found some military guys in a colorful CD shop. They told me that they’d be happy to have their picture taken, but it just wasn’t permitted. OK, bad start, but I wasn’t going to stop now. So I found this guy that you see here. His voice was slow and faint, and he was naturally puzzled why the weird gringo wanted to take a photo of him, but he gave his assent. This led to all hell breaking loose, so I’ll continue the story on the next post.
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