Why marina terra in San Carlos?

Our first honeymoon vacation was here, from Hermosillo to San Carlos the road is a straight line that stretches towards the sea. The trip to this Sonoran beach begins there, on federal highway number 15 that divides the desert in two. The landscape is flat, the earth veined. Cacti and mesquite sprout from bristly branches that do not grow upwards, but rather to the sides, like crawling animals.

And along the way, desolate mechanical workshops, half-painted walls or improvised constructions appear and disappear, the use of which is a mystery, and revealing it is nonsense. Left behind are motels besieged by semi-trailer trucks — backwaters of exhausted truckers who recognize each ditch, each deviation from the Mexico-Nogales highway. Pickups with burning hoods pass by, kicking up gravel from the pavement, breaking up the dense layers of air pierced by light. Everything vibrates, everything is a fleeting mirage. Meanwhile, on the left side of the road, hills of sinuous colors are unleashed, defined by the sun.