In two months, I’ve gone from an entitled North American woman who wasted water every day to one ecstatic to find a fresh water well in the San Cristobal de las Casas campground. It’s mountain fresh and while I don’t trust my gut enough to guzzle it like Wipeout does, it means we can take showers and fill the Avion’s slowly disintegrating water tank to wash dishes and flush the toilet.
According to Gary’s journal, it is a pleasant 72.7 degrees and 6,717 feet in elevation. According to our guidebooks, this spot is the last campground we will find in Mexico. I’ll revel in its little luxuries as long as I can.
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