Thursday, June 13, 2013

Last week in Bahia Concepcion

Bahia Concepcion is filled with little islands and beaches.  Each beach has its own personality; simple structures to provide shade for RVers, more permanent palapas that touch the waters edge and custom homes for vacationers. Things are still very remote, there is no easy Internet, cell service or laundry. Forget about public restrooms, taxis or pizza.  We are happy with the simple things, especially having a place to take the trash (basura).  We used Gary's tip jar with the recommended 10 pesos for the garbage man, which apparently makes him very happy.  If you're lucky, there may be one restaurant or small tienda (store) to support each beach.  Mexico's Highway 1 provides some audio color with the background noise as the big rigs grind their way up the precarious highway, towards Mulege, the nearest town, 13 miles away.
We made friends with some landlubbers, and spent time with our friends from Tisha Baby, Sirena, and Viva. Afternoons and evenings were spent ashore at the local restaurant, Bertha's, or a picnic lunch on a deserted beach in the 85 degree water. A highlight of our stay was a generous farewell Sunday brunch hosted by Jerry, at his hillside custom home, We arrived via dinghy convoy and hiked up the rocky steps to his place.  Jerry made ramus fizzes and bloody marys and we shared fruit muffins, egg fritattas and comraderie on the balcony enjoying the breathtaking views.  There was more music as Jerry played some fun songs on his vintage piano. (The video above is of Jerry - hope it works) It was a memorable visit for all of us.
Favorite Perro named Como Tu - note the nice assortment of dinghies in the background
This small cove is lined with vacation palapas that support RVers and campers most of the year.
There was one restaurant, Bertha's that was our hang out when we wanted a dinner out
We hiked up from the anchorage at Playa Burro looking for petroglyphs, mostly around the trailhead 
Found one!
We caught a ride Mulege with Jerry who showed us around.
This is the Mission, rebuilt in 1770, overlooking the fresh water river
Beautiful green palms lining the banks of the river

Pam and Richard following our excursion to a nearby swimming beach

Another Shindig on Shindig

Jerry's cliffside rock home 

Rob had a great afternoon of clamming at Dog Beach.
We soaked them overnight and fed them cornmeal to clean and fatten us, I mean, them up

Clams steamed in garlic and wine, served on linguine with parmesan reggiano cheese

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