Date: 6-28-72
Place: Mazatlan, Mexico
"We drove 12 hours today - seemed a long ride. While we ate lunch in the trailer on the roadside, [Dad] put a thermometer outside and it registered 138°. [Brother] said 'How can those guys stand the heat?' when he saw Mexican men shoveling gravel on the road sides. Tonight we are at the Pacific Ocean. The sound of the surf is real clear - give me the ocean any day rather than mountains. {Homer-Dog, Dad] + I waded in the surf. [Brother] fell asleep out in lawn chair by trailer. Was 11:30 before we got to bed. We haven't been getting up very early but did this morning."
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I remember that thermometer. A little, 1 inch square plastic thing with a magnet so you could stick it to your dash. At least that's what I remember. For some reason, once again, I thought this was done on another trip somewhere in the U.S. My mind doesn't associate it with Mexico.
I don't remember Mazatlan or seeing the Pacific ocean for the first time. I'm not too surprised as I'd already seen an ocean before (the Atlantic ocean during one of our two Florida vacations). The second time is rarely as memorable as the first. Even so, when I read this entry, I have flashes of ocean waves splashing my legs. I may remember more than I think.
My preference is for the mountains. This could be because I lived near an ocean for almost 21 years. Maybe it's because I worked on the ocean for several of those years. Maybe the novelty ran its course. Then again, it took almost ten years for me to actually get in the ocean in California. Yep, I lived in California ten years before I actually got in - at the urging of the Wife if I recall correctly. For the first eight years of my life, I lived in the water - at least when it was warm enough to get in the lake. Somewhere between eight years old and adulthood the allure of water dried up ... so to speak. I suppose that will become a whole different post some day.
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