Well, we had an excellent run down to the bay and finally the Rio Salado coastguard post.
We all met up at 0845 a little further on from the peaje/toll at Dock Sud
It was hot, very hot and the only way to keep cool, was to keep moving.
Most of us know the R2 to Mardel by now, so it was a pleasant change to hit a road less traveled, ie the R36.
Along the way we were joined by a lad with a beautiful Kawasaki Vulcan and later by some chaps with trail bikes.
The sign for the Rio Salado crept up on me pretty much unawares and before long we were parked outside the Prefectura gates ( a wooden farm gate) and being eyed curiously by a herd of cows.
It was a scene that made me realise how much I love being out in the countryside and all it's peaceful simplicity.
We managed to grab the attention of the head honcho who waved us in and I introduced myself, giving him a potted version of why we were there.
He couldn't have been more polite and friendly, offered us some cool bottles of water and was in no hurry to see us go. The place was so desolate that I don;t imagine they get many visitors there.
I took a few moments looking at the river and out to sea as a way of reminding myself why I was there, 44 years after Donald Crowhurst had chosen that spot. Not to mention the fate awaiting him later in the Atlantic.
It was in fact, the perfect place to make a secret landfall.
We then went 30 kms further south to Canal 15 for ham sandwiches and some serious male bonding and bike talk, finally hitting the road home at 1600.
I made sure everything valuable was wrapped in plastic bags, the shades had a liberal coating of Teflon and viewed the ever darkening sky with trepidation.
No need to worry though, as precisely five drops of rain hit my head all the way home, arriving at 2030.
Total 440 kms.
A few pics here:
http://s212.photobucket.com/user/rufinoman/library/Rio%20Salado