Journal Of MO
1 May 1846
I hiked my way back to where our base should have been; there was no one there. Luckily, I've found a stream else I would still be thirsty right now. I did end up finding a village.
They seemed scared of me at first. In the end, they did help me. Let me get cleaned up, gave me an old waterskin, food, and directions to the next town when I left. Nice people. Not a horse to be had, but nice people. Always a pleasure working with another Mexican.