Camp on the beach at Mazatlan. Keys in the trunk. Radio tower hill in the
background. Cathedral towers near the center. This great beach had nothing on it.
The "Gerry Cans," from army surplus, were to carry drinking water
that we begged from Pepsi bottling plants along the way, a reliable source
of distilled water. We were not free from dysentery, but it came from another
source we soon found here in Mazatlan.