Once we plunked ourselves on a likely looking spot on the beach, hoping we were beyond the reach of high tides, and watching for soft spots as we manouvered our heavier equipment around, we spent the next three days growing to like our new territory- around the motor home, that is. On the third day. rather than sit out in the wind that had sprung up, we went shopping. As always, I lagged behind as Marguerite shopped, dutifully checking the prices in every liquor section. As always, very reasonable. I bought a six-pack of Pacifico beer. There was an ATM in the store we bought groceries at; later we learned the location, not far from there, where we could have our garrafons (19 litre plastic water bottles) refilled. This was off on a sand-covered road that was conveniently on our route back to Sandy Beach and Reef RV.
On another day we had a look at the Malecon. Took a parking spot and quickly found-actually directed into-a cafe that would serve us lunch. It was quiet there, only one or two others tables in use and, sitting overlooking the street, we liked the busy aspect of the Malecon.
Later, from street level we found a break in the buildings and had a good look at the beach where we were camped. A long stretch of sand beyond some never finished multi-storied buildings yielded the tiny spec of our motor home, perhaps five miles distant, across water. There has been much interest in the area of Reef RV, as it is the chosen site for a development that will become a cruse ship port. The RV stopover there will eventually disappear, perhaps move to another location, but the much-touted cafe and nightclub area should remain. In the short duration of our stay we had become happy denizens of the $5 -dollar portion of this beach. But as traffic moved out with the winter season winding down, we became one of only five or six paying customers, and it became evident that what we liked about this site, surrounded by sand, came down to the local vendors that came past. Not particularly what they brought to sell, but their cheerful presence and the banter we exchanged. Terry and Joanie had just left for Canada, and Drew and Pat had moved over to the full hookup side of the Park as they were not quite ready for steady boondocking.
The day finally came, with the sweep of toy haulers and trailers sporting off-road vehicles arriving, and more of the same on their way behind them, when we decided to allow their dusty wake to fall on our empty spot. And in place of a trip south, and perhaps a battle with crowds of Spring Breakers (both American and Mexicans) in our near future, we reset our goals from the never-visited Bahia Kino, and from a revisit to San Carlos, and we packed and hitched up to take the road north to Sonoyta and to rest awhile near the old familiar haunt, the BLM land just south of Why, Arizona. The weather remained cool and a bit damp as we again enjoyed a large measure of lone-style camping. We could either visit the Tombestone area and some friends there, or travel to Goodyear to stay in a favourite park and the decision came as the weather began to warm up, and we were away again. Goodyear, near Phoenix, was next. Spring Training MLB Baseball games and a visit to a relative of Marguerite’s were fine draws, and a trip to Sedona and return via Jerome, and Wickenberg also became interesting side trips.