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| | View
of the Rio Grande
2000 photo courtesy of Joe Cerulli |
| This
is a must see, must do for people who have been there, done that. It's the last
hand-operated ferry operating on either border.
A large Texas ebony
tree anchors the 3-car barge on the U.S. side. The village is tree shaded and
we'd move there in a minute, but we're not sure of what goes on when the sun goes
down. Even at mid-day the place is kind of spooky. Charming, but spooky.
If you don't cross with your car, be warned: (we weren't) when you get to
the other side, it's like G. Stein's
Oakland; "when you get there, there's
no there there". |
| | Ferry
at maximum capacity
2000 photo courtesy of Joe Cerulli |
| | Approaching
shore.
(Note cable and pulley)
2000 photo courtesy of Joe Cerulli |
| | Passengers
but no cars
2000 photo courtesy of Joe Cerulli |
| | Los
Ebanos hand-operated ferry
2000 photo courtesy of Joe Cerulli |
More on Los
Ebanos, TexasA
Modern-Day Ferry Tale
by Maggie Van Ostand
They call when it rains because they need to find out
if they'll be able to get to work that day; the Los Ebanos Ferry Mark Alvarez
operates doesn't run in heavy winds and rain."Los
Ebanos"
by Lydia Solis & Benjamin CardenasBook
Review - "Last Ride on the Ferry" by Angelica Reyna
(A Novel
set in Los Ebanos) |
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Men
pulling ferry
Photo Courtesy of Lydia Solis
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Ciudad
Diaz Ordaz, MexicoDiaz
Ordaz is a good
four miles south. What is there is a Customs checkpoint with guards who are usually
playing cards. We asked about a taxi and three of the four guards had seen them
(not here, but they had seen taxis before). We asked how we were to get to Ciudad
Diaz Ordaz and the one who had never seen a taxi showed us his thumb (at least
we think it was his thumb).
We got a ride with a Mexican woman who insisted
that her children relinquish their seats to us and ride in the back of the pickup.
After a brief visit in town we hailed a taxi back to the river and showed it to
our friends in the guardshack. One who had seen a taxi before stated that it was
bigger than he remembered.
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John Troesser | |
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