Last night strong winds whipped the camper and a rain blew in which became snow in the morning. We had already decided to leave for San Felipe, but decided to leave fairly early in the morning as we had not mentally prepared ourselves for snow being driven into our faces with strong, winter winds. A hasty retreat was made. In a couple spots along the dirt road on the way out tree limbs almost blocked us, but we squeaked past. We parked in San Felipe when we made town and had a margarita and a beer facing the Sea of Cortez. We then headed south of town to stay at the point. Punta Estrella I think was the name. We stayed at a semi-abandoned RV resort slowly being reclaimed by the san dunes. The wind had followed us so I hung some of our towels and blankets the snow had gotten the better of over some tree branches and let them snap dry. The campground, now just called the Residence, must have been very fancy at one time. Remnants of a swim up bar and tennis courts are still in evidence. It was like we had reached the end of the world. I did not expect zombies, but wouldn’t have been surprised by the appearance of an albino coyote full of tales to tell and wisdom to dispense.
