Mexico at last!

Hooking up with Jim and Janice proved more difficult than we had thought. I checked in on the internet at the Ajo library one more time before we left, and, although Janice had posted a message on Facebook to her son saying that she was so excited that we were on our way, there was no indication of where in Puerto Pinasco they were staying. We found a beachside campsite at Concha de la Mar, and I began scouring the area for signs of Jim and Janice. There was a big RV park, Playa la Bonita, right next door, and I checked at their office to see if they were registered there. Nope. I drove to the other large RV park at the other end of town and inquired. Nope again. Our RV park had good internet service, so I posted our location on Facebook and asked them to come find us. The next morning, they came driving up. Turns out, they were in Playa la Bonita, right next door, all along!! Janice had sent us their location, even their site #, but their internet service was flaky and it never got posted. We never did find out why the office did not seem to know they were there.

Our days at Rocky Point were great. We had a lot of fun strolling along the beautiful beach, walking on the malecon, and poking around the harbor where the shrimp trawlers come in and the fishing charters go out. We watched the pelicans crowd around the fishermen who were cleaning their catches, waiting for their share. Each evening, the sunset over the Sea of Cortez was more glorious than the night before. Our nights, however, were not nearly so pleasant. This is Mardi Gras week; the carnaval started at 4 p.m each afternoon, and officially ended with fireworks each night about 10 p.m. That would have been fine, but unofficial parties on the beaches and in the city park continued well into the night. Loud music with a deep, throbbing bass blasted past 2 a.m. Sirens woo-woo’ed off and on until 4 a.m. Sleep was impossible. After three nights of this, we decided we’d seen enough of Puerto Pinasco and decided to move on to San Felippe, our original destination

The last thing I did at Rocky Point was to fulfill one of my all-time fantasies--gallop a horse along the beach. They wouldn't let me actually ride it in the surf, but, other than that (and the stupide Horse for Rent blanket flapping in the breeze), it was perfect.