April 8, 2007
Playa Santispec, part three (map)

On the Waterfront

A great start to Easter Sunday as the group held its own Easter service between a couple of rigs—attended and enjoyed by most of the group. This is an Easter service that we will long remember. Following ‘church’ we had breakfast together, featuring omelets in a bag. Delicious!

Most of the Mexicans vacated the beachfront spots late in the morning, so we moved the rig next to the bahia (bay). ATV road races continued, with machines driven by 8 year-olds and loaded with smaller kids zooming by at breakneck speeds. You just had to shake your head and gasp.

A mysterious aroma hits us when the sea breeze blows—possibly wafting over damp spots left in the sand by the prior tenants. On the same topic, we took a stroll on a trail into the nearby brush. Dotting the landscape were hundreds of pieces and piles of toilet paper left there by nocturnal visitors. Flowering ‘Charmin’ plants?? (End of description)

Saturday night we wandered down the beach to Restaurant Ana, a local cantina that is usually open only on Saturday nights—primarily for the norteamericanos living in the area—and there are many of them

Now that many of us have moved from the parking lot to the pavement, our Wagonmaster has allowed us, at our option, to either stay here or move to Mulege, some 15 miles up the road. We have heard that the park there is pretty rudimentary, so we will stay here, and hope for an off-shore breeze. Maybe a little sight-seeing on Monday.

Sunday night featured a weenie roast on the beach followed by some feeble karaoke. We need some practice on that before trying it again.

A minor concern is the likelihood of a gas shortage following this holiday weekend. It may be a day or two before the station in Mulege gets replenished (by one of those tankers zooming down the road!) The next drive to Guerrero Negro on the Pacific coast is over 200 miles, with a 200 miler following that, so it is advisable to have a full tank for these gas-guzzlers.

For those of you wondering about Carly, she escaped the Las Vegas heat (90 degrees) by a hike on Mt. Charleston—a cool 65 degrees, plus snow cones!! Does she even remember us? Seems to be thriving at Casita de Julie.