Catavina Boulder Fields

December 26th and 27th

Then the storm is over. I guess there is just no more water left. The day dawns blue skied and cheerful and innocent, like nothing happened yesterday.
But I remember!

Thanking the town's folk of San Augustin, we head on out and the population again slumps to it's pre-boom levels of six. We ride through Catavina, Desierto Central's largest community and we're in danger of developing Sociophobia as the population soars to double figures. This is the first (and only) petrol stop for 150 miles in either direction....

Into the Catavina boulder fields. A weird landscape that appears out of the nothingness consisting of hills and valleys of smooth, rounded rocks, ranging in size from marbles to boulders as big as buildings. Take some sand and blow it across the desert for millions of years and you expose bedrock which is then sandpapered into this....



Vegetation, sheltered in crannies flourishes like and sprouts like the spines on a porcupine....



It's on a pretty vast scale too....



Then over in to the next valley and just as suddenly as it all appeared, it's gone and you're back to this....



With the occasional incongruous pile like this...



The next town is Guerrero Negro now - 240 kms (150 miles) south. We need to get there fast as we have completely run out of money. On the bright side there have been no shops for 75 miles either, so our spend rate has dropped a bit...