Celebrating 40 years of great outdoor sites in western Mexico
September 19, 1985. I was all alone, sleep-testing a house I hoped to buy.
7:19 a.m. Strange squeaking sounds awoke me. The noise was coming from the doors. Every door in the house was swinging back and forth, and apparently, all their hinges needed oiling.
I sat up and looked out the window. Trees were swaying to and fro …