Paul DeBenedetti 1960 Dec 26. Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico to past Ixtlan del Rio, Nayarit camped before on the way down, outside of Guadalajara. Dec 27. In the morning I got up early but did no collecting. We ate breakfast, packed, and took off for Guadalajara to go shopping. We spent most of the day in the market. However the first thing everyone got was a milkshake. Almost everyone bought gobs of stuff. The market was interesting but filthy. From the market we went into the forest about 30 miles past Ixtlan del Rio and camped. While we were preparing dinner, Gene went down to the stream near by and found a few odd Banas, but didn't get any. We decided to go after them the next morning when we were all rested. I woke up several times during the night - my air mattress has a slow leak, and the ground was quite rocky (the mattress started leaking at Manzanillo). Once about midnight I saw a beautiful white, shaggy sheep dog trotting through camp, the handsomest dog I have yet seen in Mexico. On the way to camp the truck stopped and Gene and I went out to turn rocks. The truck left without us by accident. John Ralph picked us up, and we caught the truck about 15 miles on down. Thank god we weren't the last vehicle. This happened about sunset, and now again Dec 28. I got up bright and early, rolled over and went back to sleep. The dew has everything just soaking,