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After negotiating several sections of bad road, I come upon a Mexican ranch family; the first people I came across in over five hours of driving. You might say traffic was light along this road. In exchange for letting me take pictures of them, I fulfill their request for cold cervezas. I hand them a couple of cold beers, and they immediately request more as additional family members begin to appear. Six beers later, I have met my obligation and I'm on my way.