On arrival at our desert wild camp Layne took a look around and pronounced “one night only here, I think. It’s not attractive.” And I will say the place is a little trashed in a Peruvian sort of way.
I kept quiet and waited. Sunday morning I got up and made myself some tea and read the papers. Rusty snored in his bed, Layne did the same. Ten o’clock came and went as did a second cup of tea and the sun was high in the sky bringing some warmth to the cold winter desert air. They slept.
The day went like that though Rusty did want a walk eventually and Layne spent the afternoon cooking and putting up some art she’d bought. We had decided not to leave; the wild camp had come up in Layne’s estimation and that may have something to do with sleeping in till eleven.
The campsite as listed on the iOverlander app was out of sight of the PanAmerican Highway up the dirt road into the canyon but we preferred the shrubbery near the stream and this the road.
We could hear the traffic but GANNET2 is well insulated so inside the van the noise doesn’t bother us and at night traffic drops off to almost nothing.
Rusty liked the spot making the point by hanging out into the night and refusing to come in.
After we exercised I dragged out my kindle and settled into read my novel. It’s escape time for me and I’m reading a story by Thomas Keneally about life in Stonewall Jackson’s confederate unit. It seems well researched and nicely imagined and a vivid recreation of a time that is too often romanticized.
It’s nothing to do with South America so it’s a nice escape.
We had avocado toast for lunch and German sausage and onions for dinner. It got dark just before seven and with night came cold desert air.
Life on the road. Up next: the port town of Iquique and things to get done.
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