1983 23 January (continued) in a shirt w/ smiling face and upraised arms. Below in black scrawl is "Esta cama es de Jesus Arozco, cuidado con ella." Isidro says that local lore has it that this Jesus hung himself, but Eladio says he knows Jesus' father and that this is pura paja. On another wall in blue pastel chalk is a good drawing of a large leaved tree, a mastodon (?), [illegible] and a naked man w/ long hair and upraised spear aimed at the beast. On the front wall, outside, also in black scrawl, it says "La Isla de los Hombres Solos." However, there was evidently a child here once too, because there are a small girl's sanddle (dirty white) and the left arm of a doll lying in the cow shit in front of the house. The boards outside have the same rough gray texture and curious juxtaposition of the other campesino houses I've been in: they don't meet in straight, regular ways, but the whole thing comes together very nicely in a way I find really beautiful. We finally all load up and set out for base camp x0830 hours, Eladio in the lead, then me, Isidro last. I feel grumpy and clumsy and hot the first 20-30 minutes, and Isidro lagged the whole way back, for solitude I imagine. Weather good, trail better but still sloppy. We see veg