We returned to San Felipe after a morning stroll with Malachi the Wonder Beast. The tide was very low in the morning and made for perfect wading water for the doggo. The wind had died down a bit and we felt good that the rest of our lives would not be so blustery. The seagulls I had seen lifting off into the wind only to hover low off the ground, arrested in place, taught me that my natural preference was for a gentler breeze. Their buoyant flight was a thing of perfect beauty, while my stumbling through the sand spray capped dunes was awkward at best. We attempted to make an offer to buy a bit of abandoned astroturf we saw in the locked up hotel area, but the caretaker was concerned as a prospective buyer had recently inventoried the grounds. In San Felipe we had some laundry done, had the Grolar Bear washed all fresh and sparkly, and picked up a couple more supplies including yummy local tortillas from a little market down the road from the car wash. We headed towards Puertocitos, which we’d heard was a quaint little fishing village, but decided against the main camp site there. We wandered up the road to a local market and met some folks that had a house in the area at Camp Cesar. They let us stay on their land on a bluff over the water and it was lovely. I had picked up a peanut based hot sauce at the San Felipe Calimex. It was yummy and spicy and drizzled liberally over my dinner.
