On my last visit to Mazatlan in 2013, there was one thing I wanted to do, but due to a commitment to meet Don in Oaxaca for New Years, there wasn’t time. I wanted to climb “El Faro.” And if you haven’t figured out by now, El Faro stands for
:::(drumroll)::: “The Lighthouse!”
I knew very little about Mazatlan’s lighthouse….only that it was atop a very large hill at the end of the shipping channel, and was reported to offer spectacular views. So given that it’s a lighthouse, and I am a self-proclaimed “lighthouse nut,” it was a must-do this visit.
El Faro is reported to be the highest (not the tallest, but the highest) lighthouse in North America, second only to Spain’s Gibraltar for the “highest in the world” claim. It sits atop Cerro del Creston, a 500 foot hill that was once an island, now joined to the mainland by a pier.
There’s a trail to the top which includes switchbacks for the first half, then 334 stairs to reach the top. At times, this path is even lighted, though illumination via the overhead glass globes comes and goes with waves of vandalism. Only the very top is fenced, so the path up the hill serves as everything from a lover’s perch for watching the sunset to Mazatlan’s most strenuous workout. There’s a billboard at the top rating fitness levels according to the time it takes to climb to the top.
I arrive at the base of the lighthouse without having done any research, my sole intent in crossing the shipping channel to Embarcadero Playa Sur being to check out the prices and times for the Baja Ferry. Unbeknownst to me, the ferry office is only about a quarter mile from the entrance to El Faro, so I figure now is as good a time as any. Though I brought no water or snacks for the short hike, I tell myself “she who hesitates is lost.” I’d better not wait on a later opportunity when I am better prepared, lest I miss out for the second time.
The climb up offers incredibly beautiful views and cool ocean breezes. However, sadly, one deep inhale of the fresh ocean breeze evokes an immediate gag response, as the entry to El Faro is right next door to Mazatlan’s sewer treatment plant…..good incentive to race to the top, bandana covering my nose and mouth, in order to get up above the fumes. Yet another reason I have found a bandana to be Nbr 1 on my “most useful travel items” list. (Imma skip right past the consequences of the sewer treatment plant being positioned right alongside the most scenic stretch of coastline next to the malecon…”There but for the grace of the EPA go we.”)
As advertised, the views from the path up to the top are spectacular. I watch all types of interesting boats leave and enter the shipping channel, hear barking sea lions on the remote islands just offshore, and cast my eyes along the curvature of the shoreline to Isla de la Piedra and beyond…beach as far as I can see.
Though it’s a cool day for coastal Mexico, the climb has made me thirsty, and all sorts of scenarios run through my head, asking myself “what kind of a hiker are you to set out without so much as a drop of water?” But I am often surprised at the ingenuity of the Mexicans, as there at the top of the hill is a giant glass door freezer filled with bottled water and ice cold sodas.
I decide to do reconnaissance around the path circling the lighthouse first to see what kind of lamp is in operation, when I spot it…..there in the fire-engine red tower, I spot the familiar silhouette of the tiered glass “bee hive.” It’s a Fresnel lens! I did not expect to find this in Mexico! Excitement overcomes me, and I begin paparazzi-like moves around the building, shooting every angle, hunting for the best vantage point.
Having circled the perimeter, I head inside the building to see what the chances are for getting a closer look. The light station is manned by a middle aged Mexican gentleman standing guard, his arms tightly folded. I purchase a bottle of water from him, and start trying to chat him up in my best, albeit limited, salutatory Spanish, all the while trying not to be discouraged by the “Entrada Prohibida” sign dangling from the plastic yellow chain strung across the spiral stairway leading up to the lamp room.
I don’t get very far in my conversation due to my limited Spanish:
“No es posible entrada?”
“No!”
“No día abierto para turismo?”
“No!”
“No entrada un día al año?
“No!”
“No es po-seee-blay EVER???”
“No!!!”
At this point, I am unsure if the answer really is “No, NEVER!” or just a way to avoid my poor attempts at Spanish. So at this point, I just begin babbling in English, grinning like an idiot while pointing at myself saying “Loco para los faros!” He just continues to stand there shaking his head.
And then, I say what appears to be the most unlikely of passwords. Using my best line from the Taco Bell Chihuahua, I say “Yo quiero Fresnel lens.” All of a sudden, his crossed arms drop, he turns and walks away, and comes back with a huge poster of Augustin Fresnel, French inventor of the glass prisms that grace the tops of lighthouses coast to coast. He points to the picture and says “FREZ-nel” (Unlike the French pronunciation, in Spanish the “s” is enunciated.) “Si! Si! Fresnel!” I reply with almost as much excitement as Elliot when E.T. said “Phone home.”
And just like that, the man walks over to the spiral staircase, drops the yellow plastic chain, and extends his hand out in a welcome gesture, no doubt wondering what could possibly be so exciting to the “gringa loca” about a navigational aid…
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Wow lucky you!!!! You must be pinching yourself that you were allowed to go up and see it and take some photos. I bet that does not happen very often or maybe never.
A friendly smile and even broken Spanish helps to turn a guard into a guide! Very well put!!! ;->
Virtual hugs,
Judie
another great experience and story from our world traveler. Light houses are truly glorious. I love them as well.
One word….. Incredible!
You never cease to amaze me, Suzanne. I think you way underestimate your Spanish, and I think your knowledge of and enthusiasm for everything will continue to open many doors in your amazing journey.
Hi, Suzanne – you said the magic word. I have learned a lot about the Fresnel lenses, from you. Thank you for the beautiful photos and taking us along to breathtaking views!
Lucky you! I am so glad you saw the lens.
I agree with Linda, your Spanish is good.
Just a quick FYI, what you call Goat Hill is actually called Goat Island as it was an island. When you look at the photo you took from El Faro you see half of the mountain gone. Decades ago it was blasted and the rock was used to build the jetty from the Isla to Chivos.
Only you my special friend can talk a Mexican into letting you into the lighthouse :))
Your charm was magical:) Lucky you!!
How funny! I’m thinking he finally realized you weren’t going away without seeing that lens. Persistencia does pay off sometimes!
Awesome, I am so happy that you persevered until the guard became your guide! I know of your love of lighthouses and their lenses and it would have been a shame if you had not been able to enter and take your photos. From a selfish point of view I am happy that I was able to be along as my interest in light houses and their lights is only second to yours.
Once again you have delighted with your prose and photos.
You smooth talker you!