For reasons
that are not clear to me now (2003) I took no digital images at S045 and S046
that were made past Antofagasta, on the way to El Cobre. I can only assume that
there were just no cacti to be found.
Things seemed
to look up as we spotted large clumps of cacti growing high up against the hill
sides (S047). In the heat, we
eagerly walked across the gently sloping base of the hill (with sand as fine as
talcum powder) to start our climb to where the plants had been spotted through
Leo's binoculars. These had to be Copiapoa solaris. They were, but dead
ones! But we did not discover this until we had climbed up the crumbling
hillside. The rows of Eulychnia had not faired much better - all dead. It
would be interesting to hear from other travellers through this area how the
climate and flora has changed in recent years.
As the road
descended from 1,000 m to 750 m. we made another stop (S048)
and now found clumps of Copiapoa solaris with some 50% of the heads still
alive - but barely. There was another, bluish stemmed, Copiapoa - C.
atacamensis but again, it did not look happy.
The disused
equipment yard of what used to be the mine at El Cobre (literally 'the Copper' -
guess what they mined here!) was our next stop (S049).
I had read so much about this location that it was great to actually see it,
even though there was little to see, other than a collection of discarded trucks
and, near by, some Copiapoa solaris.
Pleased that
we were able a couple more ticks behind our list of Copiapoa species seen
in habitat, we agreed that we should make for Taltal, still a fair distance away
on a road (or track) of uncertain quality. But the need to stretch legs is such
that a call from Marlon: 'Stop! Cacti!' was enough for us to do just that (S050).
Because we knew we would return to this stretch with Attila and Rudolf later
during our trip, we had not done our usual homework, checking what we were
likely to pass and see. So we just took a GPS reading and pictures. My brief
scribbled notes about the cacti says: 'Copiapoa sp. - two different
forms, clumping, different spination, tending to C. cinerea. Later (26
May and 27 May 2001) we would return to this
exact GPS reading, knowing that we had come to the entrance to the Quebrada
Botija and that the plants that we had photographed were those called
Copiapoa varispinata by Attila and Rudolf in their 1996 book 'Copiapoa in
their Environment'. Later, we questioned the accuracy of this ID and Rudolf and
I were able to see the type herbarium specimen at the Utrecht Herbarium and
agreed with others that the name Copiapoa varispinata belonged to plants
growing at the mouth of the Quebrada Izcuņa, the 'next valley south'. The plants
we found here were later described by Graham Charles and Nigel Taylor as
Copiapoa ahremephiana a name derived from the field reference of material
that had been already been in circulation from seed collected by Roger Ferryman
(RMF 53). But at the time of this, our first visit, we were unaware of the
taxonomic significance of the plants we were busy taking pictures of. The plants
seemed similarly unaffected. But, take a close look at the plants: why did I
write down that there were two distinct forms?
The plants at
our next stop (S051) was
easier: one Copiapoa species only - small bodied C. haseltoniana
plus Eriosyce taltalensis subsp paucicostata.
Rather late
(after sunset, which happens around 18:30), we arrived at Taltal and found our
lodgings for the next few days: the cabaņas at Caleta Hueso Paraiso Atacama,
just north of Taltal.
Today was a
bank holiday - Navy Day - and a fancy dress party, with all guests dressed as
pirates, was in progress. While Leo and John went straight to bed, Marlon and I
joined in with the celebrations and it only took a few glasses of Pisco Sour
before I had been dressed up by the guests so that I too could call myself a
pirate. Marlon had picked up the Nikon Coolpix to take more pictures of me
making a fool of myself. Alright Marlon, the cheque is in the post!
The arrival
of a police car, lights flashing, had a very sobering influence, particularly as
the two formidable looking officers, after some talking with the Chilean guests,
came over to me and put on some handcuffs. What had I done? Then loud laughter -
one of my drinking buddies turned out to be the Chief of Police for Taltal and,
in respect of the strict no drinking & driving laws, had asked his officers to
give him a lift home.