lampazos

Updated: January 19, 2026

By the time we halted at Lampazos, fine serrated ranges stood not far distant on either hand. From the east came a never-ceasing wind, stronger than that of the train, laden with a fine sand that crept in everywhere.

Harry Alverson Franck - Tramping Through Mexico, Guatemala and Honduras — Being the Random Notes of an Incurable Vagabond