I’ve also had a chance to do something that I haven’t done for a looonnnggg time…play some golf. Sol plays at least once a week and I have joined him twice now.
Sol represented us and the USA against the Canadian and Mexican teams for a down-and-out fight to the finish (Camp Championship). I won’t go into a lot of detail except to say “Sol, you did us proud”. When the road? stopped we were met by one of Mexico’s finest…a young man in partial (white “T” shirt with dark blue pants tucked into his polished boots) uniform of the Federales (state police). He and one other were stationed at this view point to watch over the coast and the estuary below from their tarp covered cots and a fire pit from which they keep warm and make their meals. We were told we had to sign-in, leave our license plate number in their log, and leave our truck if we wanted to explore below. We all kind of looked at each other and made the big decision…”well we’ve come this far”… Following the trail down the hill we found that we occupied a stretch of perfect sand and sea for about as far as you could see, and we were “almost” by ourselves. Just behind us and at the edge of the brackish water, was the partner of the fellow we left above. When I approached him, he was about shin deep in the water and catching some of the local crabs. His net was actually each side of a floor fan guard (the guard that keeps your fingers out of the blades). Not only was this ingenious, it worked well. This beach was beautiful, but not really what we were wanting for this days outing. Our next route took us to Divisadero (another nice drive to the edge of the village and then…dirt. Back out to the highway and onto Playa Chacala. First, we were hungry so we searched out a beach restaurant as soon as we entered town. Chacala isn’t much of a “town”, but it does have a very nice beach and community that surrounds this quiet bay. It would be a great place to stay for a few days to just “relax and read a good book”. You know, book, sand, cerveza, and… well we saw these two signs. One indicates there is no camping and the other, well there is also no "Pooping" I’ve also had a chance to do something that I haven’t done for a looonnnggg time…play some golf. Sol plays at least once a week and I have joined him twice now.
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