Hunkered Down in Gonzaga Bay 12.14.21

 


      The wind, as I write about 5:30 pm, has never stopped. It blows so hard that the sand drifts are building up and it is hard to open the trailer door. Now we know why this camp has these large roomy palapas and beach shielded by an area build up by soil brought in from the flat below to create a high area that enables you to walk the beach. Someone made a huge investment but when we arrived no one else was here though Gonzaga Bay is a beautiful place. The wind comes from behind us off the mountain, I suspect, endlessly.  If you stayed here long, the wind itself would wear you down. As a postscript, I found out later that this area is subject to what we in Upper California call Santa Ana wind though here it may have a different name. 

The sea looks calm in this picture though it was full of white caps. There were no boats on the water today. 


       In our own ways, we are enjoying. Liz and Bill walked miles down this long long beach. Jim and Greg explored a monument down the road which was a huge arch with Movir Mexico 2021 in Roman numerals. It represents a dedication of this beautiful new Highway 5 in 2021 but sadly people have been prying off the letters. This highway is obviously a pride of Mexico and a joy to drive. This is for all of us a slow day. Some found a way to catch a little more sun out of the wind. Diane was soaking it up in anticipation of a return to Vancouver and rain. 

A high point today is that Cleo is beginning to come out of her shock and fear from the attack. She, under Dave and Darlene's watchful eyes, began to venture out to do her fishing. It was late afternoon before she would try. Though Dave is limping a bit, he is improving. We got very lucky. 



Tomorrow we leave a 8:00 am for San Felipe, out last stop before the border crossing on Thursday. 

    Jim and I are finally listening to an audible book we downloaded for the trip called Junk Yard Dogs by Craig Johnson of the Longmire series. We brought many audible books with us and listened to them only in the trailer. When we drive, we are constantly on point. Jim with the driving, keeping our caravan distance between trailers, communicating on the radio for me, as we hear someone is coming up from behind and alerting that we have someone passing, and then listening for Darlene tells us what we sees as far as traffic coming. There is no coasting and it is no wonder that a drive longer than 4 hours leaves us spent and is a challenge for Darlene. It requires as much focus as you can marshal. Tomorrow is our last RV park and a good bye dinner. This has been a good trip, good memories, good friends and it’s share of challenges and adventures. 

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