The Old Ford F-150

After my meditation, I still felt "funny" as I walked out onto our second-story porch. I felt as though I had one foot in "this" reality and the other foot in another reality.

As I glanced across the beach road and into our hotel parking lot, there was one lone truck parked beside our office, a "cherry" 1970 Ford Pick Up truck. I stood there looking at this beautiful truck in amazement for a couple minutes, wondering who the owner could be and why they would bring such an old, perfectly restored truck to this remote part of Mexico, risking it to the salt, and sand and sea air. When I made my way across the road to find out who this truck belonged to, I saw something else altogether that stopped me in my tracks.