Loreto to Juncalito
Before leaving Loreto the poodles and I took one last trip to the Marina. The town center was bustling, the trees still laden with colorful paper balloons and there were groups of people enjoying the lingering feeling of the holidays. I had just stopped at a park bench to people-watch and to give the poodles some water when I hear several girls giggling as they passed by. They were pointing at the poodles and talked among themselves as they swung their path a little closer. I said, “Buenas Tardes, Qué quieren decir hola a las perras?” I’ve been practicing this phrase because my saying, ‘Qué quiere acariciar a los perros (Do you want to pet the dogs),” isn’t understood by anyone. It’s the word acariciar that I just can’t get out of my mouth.
What a beautiful family! Two sisters (aunts), cousins and the patriarch were all eager to ask about the poodles. They each shook hands with me and introduced themselves. When the patriarch shook my hand I couldn’t believe how the strong and muscled yet gentle his hand was. I always joke about having ‘man hands’ and yet mine disappeared in his grasp. It was clearly a hand that’s done a lot of work through the decades yet wasn’t calloused or hardened. The family was visiting Loreta for años nuevos de fiesta. Everyone laughed a lot and the poodle girls ate it up, even Nickel enjoyed the attention. I got an email addy from Paola, the young lady on the right, so I could send her the pictures. We’re now pen pals trying to help each other hone our language skills.
It was a wonderful farewell to Loreto with the added treat of treats for the road…..
It should have taken about 20 minutes to reach our next destination but, alas, it took quite a while due to a tiny adventure on the way. According to my Mexican Camping book the pull-off leading to a ‘free beach’ is .3 miles south of mile post 97 on Mex 1. It’s not the easiest thing for me to keep my eyes on the winding roads and discern between arroyos, ranch trails and dirt roads so I was traveling slowly trying not to miss the turn. At just the right spot there it was a very rough narrow dirt track leading into some pretty dense brush so I pulled to the side of the road to contemplate whether it was wise to drive down this miserable road. According to the book it’s .7 miles from Mex 1 to the beach so I decided to walk the road first in order to make sure there was room to turn around if things got iffy. As I got out of the truck, ahead on the highway, a pickup pulled off. Not wanting them to see me walking down the road I let the dogs out for a potty break and kept an eye on the guy who’d just gotten out and was shoveling sand into the back of his truck. After waiting a while it appeared that things were legit so I took Nickel and headed down the track. After walking for a while it was clear that there were a few places for turning around if necessary, so I stopped short of the .7 miles, I got back into the truck and pulled onto the nearly nothing of a road. The branches of the acacia trees slid along the sides of the camper and I could hear the big thorns scrape like nails on a chalkboard. The road was incredibly rough and I couldn’t imagine RV’s, like the guide-book said, could make it through this area and I soon reached a part of the road that was completely collapsed and we were forced to stop. The book was clearly outdated. I decided, since we were there, to take the dogs for a walk and look for the beach but soon realized even that was futile, the trail quickly disappeared and we were hiking through what was apparently grazing scrub. I turned around to head back I saw our man walking along to a rock slide in the distance. As I gathered the dogs around me and said, “Hola, Como esta?” We had a short broken spanish conversation where he told me that he was looking for rocks for his garden (big flat ones not like the ones here) and wondered what I was doing. I told him that my book said there was a beach at the end of this road, and thought this road was odd. He laughed and said Oh no. That’s up the road about 200 meters. It was all very harmless but a little unnerving. I’m pretty sure he followed me in because he was worried that I was up to some mischief. He quietly left warning me to be careful as I turn around and pointed out a good spot to do so. After a bit of a struggle to turn around, drive back through the acacias and back 200 meters onto Mex 1, I saw the road. How did I miss it? Down a more reasonable dirt road (as described by the book) we went and at mile .7 a beautiful beach spread out before us.
aka Juncalito Beach
TinTin was tired of the rigmarole…
We found a nice spot to camp
Set up house
And the Poodles finally got to PLAY