Passing Cuenca, we rose up even higher in the mountains. It is interesting to think that we could be only a few hundred miles south of the Equator, and the average temperature this afternoon was 45 degrees Fahrenheit. Up in the clouds, we had complete fog coverage keeping our speed down to around 30 mph. The roads were absolute terror. You would have a nice paved highway, that would turn into the land of enchanted pot holes, which would then turn into a gravel rampage filled with boulders that had fallen of the cliffs only nights before. The road was awful and they had definitely taken a toll on us. Yes, Lou is old, but it only took him two minutes to pass out with his boots on.
Enough about today. I owe you all some photos.
Resting Sea Lion Pup on the Island of Seymour North
Scarlet Crab walking on the Lava rocks
Sea Lion Pup riding the back of his momma off the coast of Seymour North
Young male Frigate bird
My Blue Footed Boobie in artistic frame work
Young male Frigate bird
My Blue Footed Boobie in artistic frame work
We pulled over today to help a man (George) fix a flat on the way to Saraguro