We wanted to check out the various beaches that are all around us and see if we could find any that we might be able to move to. So we loaded up some lunches and Chuck and Sandy rode with us on our quest.
We checked out a few different locations that were in the Baja Bible, but none matched the beauty and solitude that we were used to from staying at Playa Santispac. Puerto Escondido looked like it used to be a full service village that had a Yacht Club and a full port, but the last hurricane left it with crumbling buildings and empty deteriorating streets.
We spoke to a local sailor who was repairing his catamaran, which had a huge section of the hull missing after being sunk in that same storm; who told us it's free to camp here, no one bothers you and on Sundays all the locals get together in the new Yacht Club for a Potlatch feast.
While we were wandering around the ruins, we walked up to what used to be the old Puerto Escondido Yacht Club Clubhouse. The roof was half way blown off and a few of the walls along with all the windows were blown out. Cindy laughed when one of the doors had a piece of paper on it that read "Book Exchange".
We looked through the door to see shelf after shelf lined with books. This was strange since everything else was in such disarray, yet this looked like a working library.
We walked in to find everything was indeed alphabetically organized by title and looked like someone was still maintaining the book exchange. To our disbelief, we all found a few books that peaked our interest and said we would be back to donate ones we have already read.
The sailor we had talked with had told us about a little fishing village that we might want to check out. We followed his directions to a nice secluded beach that a few Americans along with a few Canadians were camped at. The beach was nice and long, but lined with rocks instead of nice white sand. I guess we're getting a bit spoiled.
Besides, there would be no way Chuck could even think of getting his monstrous Class-A back into this beach. The narrow trail we took had me scraping along a few of the turns and we had to gas it hard to make it through a few of the soft, sandy sections.
So we moved on further South to Ligui Beach. This beach is at the end of a long graded dirt road and is easily accessible by almost any size RV. Our problem was once we got to the beach, I wanted to drive further down to check out a cool looking spot.
Once I ventured off the packed sand, the truck almost immediately sunk into the soft sugar sand. Of course I had Cindy by my side narrating the whole ordeal to Chuck and Sandy in the back seat. I said I just needed to air down the tires since our bed was fully loaded with all our gear, the extra 35 gallons of drinking water and the tires were at their maximum air pressure of 80psi. Much too hard for soft sand
I was letting the air out of the tires, with Chuck sitting over my shoulder laughing, while Sandy and Cindy dug out the sand around the wheels and threw some rocks and drift wood they had found lying on the beach under the sunk tires.
Once the tires were aired down, I threw the truck into 4-Low and walked right out of the sand with no problem. Once the gang was back in the truck, we unanimously agreed that we would just deal with the noise of Loreto and stay camped where we were till the holiday weekend was over.
When we got back to the campground, we had some new Canadian neighbors.
John and Mary-Ellen are a very nice couple who retired at the end of 2007 and packed up their Class-C Camper for a long Mexican journey. They've been in Baja since January and are on their way back North after driving as far South as Cabo San Lucas which is the Southern most tip of the Baja peninsula.
They have this little, old dog that is just as cute as can be, and we all sat talking till it got dark outside. Cindy then made some scrumptious Pizza with grilled chicken breast, artichokes, green peppers and red onion! Oh man was it good! This folks is why I'm very Fat and Happy