Up to San Felipe

Knowing that San Felipe was only a few hours up the road, we took our time driving up the coast. At the start, little dirt tracks headed off down to the water whenever there was a small beach or cove. Gradually the mountains moved farther away from the coast, and a broad coastal desert plane opened up, remnants of the old Colorado River delta.

San Felipe used to be quite the spring break destination before Americans started getting worried about heading to Mexico. There are still lots of restaurants and shops along the malecon, and we had yet another good fish taco.

Pete's Camp, our destination for the night, was several miles north of town. It is a little settlement of vacation houses, and includes a restaurant and a bar. Noisy (and drunk) Americans at the bar, our first TV in two weeks showing Fox News coverage of the missing Malaysian plane - it was all an unfortunate culture shock. But the palapas on the beach were wonderful, and the $2 shower was appreciated. You know it's been awhile when you can't even remember when you had the last one. Loraine and her friends were staying at one of the houses, so we had some hilarious laughs with them for the evening.