Saturday, May 20, 2017

El Fuerte II

     We would see the Danza del Venado (Deer Dance) the next day when we visited a small town, Los Capomos inhabited by Los Mayo, one of the indigenous tribes that inhabit the region. They speak spanish and Cahita, part of th Uto-Aztec lingual group. The Mayo are known for their subsistence farming and pottery. They inhabit northern Sinaloa and the southern part of Sonora. In fact Sinaloa is a Mayo word. The name Sinaloa comes from the Cahita language. It is a combination of the words sina, which means pithaya  and

lobola, which means rounded. Their lands are a semi arid desert area of spiney bushes, small trees and vine-like plants growing in a sea of sandy pebbly soil. It is surprising however what can come from the desert. It is not what it seems. The story of the Mayo like most of the indigenous peoples of northern Mexico grew sadder after the spanish conquest. When Nuño Beltran De Guzman arrived (one should really read about this guy if one wishes to know one of the darker sides of the conquest). He brought small pox, catholicism, enslavement, and tribal dispersion with him. After the conquest and conversion to polytheistic catholicism there was a long period of more of less being forgotten,,, or occaisionally slapped around. . Then came the rule of Porfirio Diaz The Dilemma King, who relentlessly attacked them and stripped them and Los Yaquis of their lands, leading to a great amerindian rebellion which was suppressed after twenty years. With modernization their population grew and caused a host of land use and employment problems,,, yet hey are still there, those that haven't moved to the cities, swimming in their sea od sand and spines. Although the tribal devastation was great in this part of Mexico,  the conquistadores, priests, nor the cruelties of modern existence could eliminate the culture. All conversions due to conquest be they Mayan, Aztec, or Spanish change the status quo and that status quo remains more intact the farther one moves away from Mexico City, which casts a heavy shadow on its neighbors. Look at the states of Sonora, Sinaloa, Nayarit, Oaxaca, Chiapas, and the country of Guatemala. They are different,, aloof in an indigenous way. In the last 500 years disease, modern transport, the media, and commercialization have eaten away at what remains of indigenous cultures, but I think it still holds true to rub shoulders with the mighty Mexico City and it will rub off all over you perhaps erasing a good part of your past.  
     Miguel Angel, our guide, led us to this desert outside of El Fuerte first to a house for lunch then afterwards to visit a shaman. We left the main highway at one point and turned right on a side road. Planted there was a group of well armed military men standing next to their Humvees. Suddenly a dead body hove into view. He was mustachioed dressed humbly and stiff. He had obviously been maltreated. His death was not fresh for rigor mortis had set in. This man was thrown onto the edge of the road on his side, his face drawn tight,, arms and hands frozen in some kind supplication. Miguel Angel, who acted as Zorro, guide, and front desk man at the Hotel Posada blurted out as we quickly moved on, "Si vives mal terminas mal". He had felt the need to explain this discarded man and justify his guilt. Everyone was silent except one other passenger who murmurred "Ayi nuestro Mexico".
     
     We entered the house of two sisters. They were preparing la masa por tortillas and cueritos con chile chiltepine, a small hot round chile called "Oro Rojo" of Sinaloa (red gold). Before the meal we investigated their grounds.  The soil was packed hard but swept very clean. Everywhere there were pots and cazuelas supported by the trunks of palo de brazil, a much used wood in the region.

                                 
                                                                       Mayo house                                       

                                               
                                                  Palo de Brazil



   
                              Corn Water 
                                                              
                                                                
                                                                             Metate of river stone and cazuela 


 
         Preparing the comal and the masa

                                                            
                                                                    Bean pot supported by palo de brazil

   

                                                            
              Emilia making a clay pot. When they need a new pot or cazuela, they just go to the place with the right kind of mud, sit under their tree, form a pot, and fire it in the back yard.

 

                                                            

 

                                                          

 

  
                                Millling the nixtamal

                                                                                            
                                                                                     Our lunch table set

   
                 Tortillas on their home made clay comal 
                                                                    
                                     

      After the ladies,we went to visit a shaman, Don Cecilio.. His house and yard bathed by the welcome  shadow of a trellis of sticks from which hung jabali, rattlesnakes, deer hides, and armadillos. There were dried fruits,nuts, and curative herbs I have never heard of. This opened my eyes about the supposed spiney sparse desert viewed from afar where I always thought abundance was,,,, well,,, scarce. This is not the case at all. The range of availability would please Bear Grylls's starving disciples sequestered on those tropical isles.
     We were introduced to a dancer named Luis who was to perform for us. 

                                                                
                                                                                                Deer hide

  
Adobe wall with mask in the center, silk cocoons left, and rattlesnake skins right

                                                                           

                                
                                           Armadillo and rattlesnake hide

                                                                              
                                 These are cocoons of silk that are filled with pebbles and tie to the dancers legs


  
                                Jabali
                                                                 
                                                                        
    
                          Deer hide drum 
                                                                       
                                          
 Burro skull. The jaw is also used as a percussion instrument as the teeth are raked with a stick   

   
                                       Wooden masks with animal hair attached worn by dancers



La Danza del Venado:
     The deer is revered in many parts of Mexico especially in Sinaloa and Sonora where this dance is still performed. The Deer Dance venerates this animal. The dancer is dressed in white pants and tunic signifying the purity of the deer. A red sash and bandana represent the blood of the deer. Atop the dancer's head is the dryed head of a buck with his antlers. Around his waist is a leather belt from which dangles a fringe to which are tied small silver bells called coyoles. His ankles to his knees are decorated with silk cocoons filled with small pebbles then sewn shut. These act a percussion instrument. The dancer carries maracas made of gourds to add to the sound.  There are three or four instruments employed by other participants in the dance A flute made of Carrizo, a drum made of deer hide called a tambor de parche. Inverted gourds, called raspadores, are played with a stick made of madroño into which is carved serrations. The stick is drawn like a bow over the gourd to produce sound. .Another gourd is inverted in a tub of water, called a guaje hueco, which is hit with a stick producing a deep sound and represents the heart beat of the deer. 
     The dancer's movements represent the deer during the hunt. At the end the percussion slows, then dancer-deer falls to the earth writhing and trembling and when finally his heart stops all is silent. 

  
         Raspador Don Joel son of Don Cecilio

                                                               
                                Raspadores right Joel and Cecilio and playing the Guaje Hueco on the left, Omar

 
               Dancer Jose Luis preparing
                                                                     
                                                                              Legs decorated with silk cocoons

              Silk Cocoonsup close

                                                                         
 
El Guaje Hueco actually a gourd in a tub of water


                                                                           
                                                                               


 










 




               

Friday, May 19, 2017

El Fuerte III

       The following day we took a tour on El Rio Fuerte. The Rio Fuerte drains the western slope of the Sierra Tarahumara. Zorro, or Miguel, was our guide once again. We boarded a rubber raft upstream a bit on the river, one of the wider rivers I have seen in Mexico. It actually qualifies as a river, and this was the dry season so the river was way down.. It's emerald green, over ten feet deep in places and filled with bass. I wished I had brought my pole. The river is controlled somewhat by a dam upstream but during the rainy season it broaches its banks and floods great distances inland. The town of El Fuerte, however is on an escarpment and does not receive these seasonal inundations. The river teems with a variety of birds. Eagles, comorants, and herons  Eagles seemed to be perched on high dead trees everywhere. 
     We floated lazily downstream in a strong current and docked the boat. In front of us was a fenced path wide enough for a car. This strip of land was lent to the public by a landowner to have access to the Mayo petroglyphs. As we walked along this promenade of midget spiney bushes and dryish tangled vines this semi desert came more alive. I have walked in deserts before in California, Arizona, and Utah but these places were so dry the cactus were bribing the dogs. Viewed from a distance one would think the desert was life's mendicant,, alive but in a very meagre way,, yet look closer,,  life is so adaptable and proliferates. There were deer and wild boar tracks and fruits dangling from the trees that I have never seen or heard of and this was the dry season. There were curcurbita (wild squash), Guamuchil, Bromelia pinguin (Aguama), pithayo, and much more. Perhaps it  was just being there ambling about inside this semi arid environment which made it a microscopic experience.  
  


 
El Rio Fuerte from the actual fort in El Fuerte

  
 
The Rio Fuerte trailing off towards its destination now,, irrigation.

   
Great Blue Heron
 
 Great Blue Heron
  
Garceta Grande or Great White Egret
 
Comorants

  
 
An Eagle

 
Strange fruits
  
Wild squash

      Miguel stopped to show us a conical hole in the sandy soil. He called it an Ormiga Leon (lion ant). I later found out it is not an ant at all but the larva of another type of insect.It is more commonly known in the USA as a doodlebug.  Miguel crouched and tossed an ant into the cone. Immediately there was a reaction,, the flicking of loose dirt, which seemed to weaken the walls of the cone as the prey desperately tried to escape.The mark kept falling towards the hole in the center as the floor beneath it was repeatedly caved in. It's as if the victim drowns in sand, then pulled down into the cone where the Lion Ant sucks him dry. All the while the killer larva stays hidden. 

https://youtu.be/KufhmIRE6hI      Great Youtube link to watch the entire process

  The ready and hungry larva of a Lion Ant. It resembles something the army might want to develop into a weapon.

 
The delicate adult of a lion ant which feeds on nectar



 
Conical "waiting trap" of the Ormiga Leon (Lion Ant) on El Rio Fuerte. The larva waits hidden beneath the air hole for an insect to enter its home made killing wheel then with viciousness dispatches its prey. 

     Miguel told us that the path on which we were walking is under two feet of water during the rainy season all the way to the base of the first petroglyphs which protude from the skirt of a larger rocky  projection called the Cerro de la Mascara (Mountain Mask). The worn petroglyphs were left by the indigenous Maya. They are believed to be between 800 and 2500 years old. That seems to me a poor estimate, but these petroglyphs like others in Sinaloa have not been well evaluated. Some archaeologists have estimated that there may over 200 sites like this in the state.
      The guard of this mountain, Don Juan Sánchez, was also the man who fought for the entrance corridor from the river. He died in 2013. Don Juan did not work for INAH, the archaeological office of the Mexican Government. He was a private citizen who lived on the cerrito with his wife. Everyone who knew him claimed he was a staunch defender of the site, a great host, and guide, and tended to the those who visited within his own house. I just love people who love something.
     We walked until we came to an outcrop of rocks, which at first glance seemed just that. But they are covered with incisions depicting anthropomorphic and zoomorphic images. This outcropping is covered with people, animals,, the sun perhaps, dates??? who knows. A culture doesn't incise rock in a permanent way unless they possess a certain level of economic development. These indigenous people secured their moment in time using the age old canvas,,, stone. Yet what was the significance of the moment? Was this a religious site or something else? I felt witness to an extinct organism. How could anyone speak for the mute images at this point. How could anyone recreate their motives? Were they spiritual? Was it a narrative or just a compilation of individual images. Perhaps it was only graffitti. After all in this sandy desert how many good rock canvasses are offered, yet even graffitti is connected to societal motivations even if it has nothing to do with the spiritual.

Below petrograbadas:

 








 


  
Bridge over El Rio Fuerte near the end of our flotation

     We entered a small bay, docked, and all at once the river romance ended. Floating in a rubber pillow, rejuvenated me. Silly isn't it. I was always more used to kayaking and canoeing on my in Maine on its rivers and sinuous tributaries, loving the water, impenetrable bushes, and sudden bursts of wildlife. It was Tom Sawyeresque if so brief but rich. I just yet don't know how to assimilate the flowing past-present of a river here and the more fixed past into one familiar image. Perhaps Mexico's human history is just too ancient for me to contemplate. A river is a vein that pulses and twists but I am forever unable to encounter its heart hindered by my epoch. I am left to read between the gliphs.

We returned to the pueblow, El Fuerte.Below are some other photos of him:                  


 
Gazebo towards the church


 
The Presidencia

 
This could have been taken in 1930




 
Carved Eucalyptus tree on the Zocalo

 
View of El Fuerte and the Sierra Madre Occidental from The Fort

 
Inside the church