As we approached a ford some Mexicans standing beside it motioned us to make a wide sweep; it landed us in deep soft sand up to our hubs. Whereupon they attached their horses to us and pulled us through.
Your Route Leads Through Many Mexican and Indian Villages
“Do many motors have to be helped?” I asked.
“Every one, all same!” they replied.
We had passed two cars, so I held up my fingers. “Two more are coming!” I said.
They immediately broke into a broad grin.
I rather wonder do they make all cars drive in that large circle to avoid the sand pile!
Between Las Vegas and Santa Fé, the going was the worst yet.