The lady at the Pemex gas station told Mikey that “you don’t go that way”, meaning meander along the coastal route from San Jose to Cabo Pulmo. Mikey was kind of confused – the Pemex map showed the route to be paved, and easily twice as fast as going back around the other route. He shrugged. Maybe she was confused or didn’t know what she was talking about? Maybe she was talking about the road that had been blocked off for repair?
But…Oh, she knew what she was talking about, all right! Ha! That road was like the bastard child of the road to San Borja. Only instead of big-ass rocks that were re-arranging your innards, it was enormous chunks of the road just… missing. Coupled with with sand bumps, humps and cliff drops that put me to sleep.*
We couldn’t take any more of the road after a while and since it was getting late, we pulled over at a gorgeous beach to check it out for camping that night. It was so lovely. The sand so white, so deep. Oh so deep. So deep, we got stuck in it. That kind of freaked us out… but after a whole lot of digging, we got ourselves out and then didn’t want anything but rest and a cold drink. We stayed the night.
We let the kids loose,
Mikey set up, and we just couldn’t get over how beautiful it all was, and WHY WAS NOONE THERE?
Free beach! Clean! Glass free! WHY WAS NOONE THERE???
We kept on trying for answers. When an ATV drove by, we were like,”oh maybe that’s why! Maybe the ATV’s get nutty?” – but no. Only a couple of ATV’s went by the whole time we were there. “Maybe people party here?” – but no. Only a fishermen were there earlier and a few kids came later to laconically sit under a palapa and just talk.
WHAT WAS IT? It drove us nuts. Why were people flocking to the free spots like Tecolote which are deservedly praised and really awesome spots to camp in, but this place would toe Tecolote in a run for the beauty money.
The only answer we could pin on it was the water.
It looked REALLY deep, REALLY close to shore. The waves were a little freaky in how they’d sort of boil under water then surge forward – with very little breathing and working room between where the wave crashed and where the shore sent the water back on account of the steepness of the sand. Do you know what I’m saying? It’s kind of hard to describe.
Moxie tried to run in the shallows and a wave came and knocked her down. Mean ole’ wave.
So, yeah. We weren’t crazy about the water but if you surf or fish, you might be.
There was this abandoned house right by where we camped –
We left the next day, headed on towards where the waves were not as mean. And where there would be others camping.
A couple of hipstagram pics that I took here:
I figured out the absolute reason why noone was there: the road. It only got worse.