Not a very productive day – photowise – but there were some good shots to be had, even from the window of the van as we bumpity-bumped along the very rough gravel road on the way to Cascabel.
As it turns out, Cascabel is a small-population community spread out over many miles on the road cleverly called “North Cascabel Road”.
We stopped to talk to a couple of ladies who were standing by their mailboxes on the road to ask where the “ghost town of Cascabel” might be found. They laughed and said that they weren’t ghosts, but that the “ruins” of Cascabel’s early days were back the way we had come from, but that they are now on private property and not open to the public.
I won’t go into detail about the goat paths we slithered down in our quest; suffice to say that there were some multi-K- turnarounds to get ourselves back onto even the bumpity-bump road that we had come in on.
I took a lot of shots out the window of the gyrating vehicle, so clarity is not found in the results in my Camera Roll, but there were some inspiring scenes to be had. In looking at the EXIF data for the shot above, I was surprised to see that it shows ISO 25, which was my favorite film back in the day. Along with the aperture of 2.2, there were enough pixels to make an actual post commemorating this day of adventure.
An adventure the van’s, and our own, suspension won’t soon forget.