Bahia de Gonzaga

As we woke up and saw the bay in the daylight, it was another beautiful spot, although the beach was lined with rocks. We walked up the beach and around the point on the south end of the bay.

Plenty of rocks to climb on at the point, and all of them weathered and eroded.

We hopped over to the next bay south when we saw the white sandy beach and the large palapas. We'll stay for a few more days until we have to start the trek home. The road from San Felipe is now paved this far. I wonder what will start changing now. The palapas are more expensive, but they are well built and can shelter you from the winds. Breakfast was at the little mercado. You get what they are cooking. Huevos y tocino (eggs and bacon), all cooked up with onions and chile sauce. And fresh tortillas for scooping it up. Despite the cook's gruff appearance, he was willing to whip me up some scrambled eggs and skip the bacon.

Another lazy day of walking on the beach, reading and painting. Watching the light change on the water. The island on the edge of the bay was so crisp in the morning light and I though it would fade over the course of the day. It never did. It is so incredibly clear and dry here, things stay in focus forever. Pelicans, osprey, gulls, and grebes ply the water, especially when a fisherman returns and starts filleting the fish. Little Japito, the neighbor dog, is having a great time investigating the newly caught fish, and steering well clear of the pelicans.
On the other side of the bay there is a small camp of houses and a little hotel. Half an hour walk, and we sat on the porch drinking cervezas and eating some wonderful fish tacos, chatting to a motorbike rider from Colorado named Barry. I could see that Richard was anticipating the next trip down here where he could trailer the bike and ride some of the amazing back roads. I would be quite happy to hang here while he rides around. Next spring?