Our First Day At The Beach

It’s becoming a joke between us that Bob’s blood pressure is lower each day since we arrived in Mexico. He claims Cathryn is unhappy about that because it may mean we have to move to Mexico full-time for his health. She insists that will never happen unless her parents and all our children move away from the Seattle area, and they find a cure for skin cancer, to which she is prone.


So far things feel different here in October than they did last February and March. There are far fewer Canadian and U.S. gringos driving RVs and filling the camps. We saw 5 or fewer our whole way down to this point, even along Mex 1. Arriving here at Daggett’s Fish camp, which last winter was inhabited with a dozen RVs full of Canadian and U.S. couples with ours by far the smallest, we find this year no more than half a dozen occupied RVs and several others which appear to have been parked here uninhabited all summer, perhaps to have their owners reappear sometime this winter. Our 21-foot 5th wheeler, tiny by normal RV standards running to 40-feet, is the newest and largest in the camp. Most are older, smaller motorhomes or vans occupied by men traveling alone. One space is occupied by 3 Mexican men with a truck using the open-air sleeping quarters of the palapa with no tent, surrounded by coolers, presumably holding their food. There are 2 other couples in residence, one a former U.S. couple now residing in northern Mexico near Ensenada. We have yet to participate in “cocktail hour” with other campers as we did almost every evening last winter. We’ve each read an entire book already, something we did little of last year. And the temperatures are much warmer – 92 degrees already at noon today. We had heard the “shoulder” months of October and May can be uncomfortably warm to many North Americans and are beginning to wonder if this may be true, at least for Cathryn, if not both of us. Nonetheless, we’re again struck by the beauty of the Sea of Cortez, islands and mountains beyond, brilliant blue sky, and relaxed pace of life. The fish and birds, wind and friendly Mexicans continue to impress us. We remain happy and well.