EL GOLFO
After a full week of beach bumming, television watching, reading and “hanging out” I have it on good authority that boredom is possible. Our week started with a Sunday “pitch in” brunch shared with fellow resort residents. That was our big “hoopla” for Sunday. There are lots of arts and crafts activities but I tend to be a non-joiner and thus, I deserve the personal boredom of my choosing.
Ken keeps an eye on the fish nets of a nearby fisherman and has managed to walk several miles to explore a now defunct “shrimp operation” three miles or so down the beach. Many of our fellow travelers have ATVs or quads and they lend themselves well to the non existent roads and provide a good alternative to traditional modes of travel. I have not been quite so brave with my walks but I do manage 2-3 miles on the beach almost every day. For a few days we had chronic fog which cooled the air and kept us in “light layers” of clothing. The weekend brought sunny clear skies and a wind to keep it that way. The wind has kept it cool but pleasant in protected areas with good sun.
Wednesday night we participated in the clubs preparation of steamed clams. Ken ordered three dozen and ate all but the two that were token “tasters” for me. I am not a big clam fan and the butter that is necessary to enhance the taste for my enjoyment adds too many calories for my comfort. One does have to pick and choose their priorities and butter is not one of mine under ordinary circumstances. I have it on good authority that the clams were first rate and everyone raved about the preparation so it was a success.
Friday noon we enjoyed a fish fry which was sponsored by fellow resort residents in coordination with the local fish market. The park tries to keep us entertained and certainly the pool is very inviting, heated and well maintained but the weather outside has been just a bit cool for me. Of course, the bar is open, there are restaurants in town and entertainment in the club house nightly. If one is bored, it is their own fault.
We are able to get satellite television here and we have local Los Angeles programming. Wednesday morning we were stunned to turn the television on to the train disaster in Glendale and needless to say, that occupied our attention for the morning. Our immediate concern went out to my nephew who lives in Thousand Oaks and takes the Moorpark train into work when he is in town. I have now heard from my niece in law that my nephew, was out of town on business. There are too many occurrences of people trying to “beat the trains” in our area as well as there have been other accidents that were believed to be motivated by attempted suicide. Hopefully, more attention will be paid to how this problem can be resolved. Everything takes money and of course, this has not heretofore been a priority. Maybe now it will become one.
Saturday night we went to the club house for the nightly gathering of the “party goers”. It was karaoke night and though one might ask what the participants did with their money for singing lessons, it was entertaining (though my own personal tone-deaf ears may have helped). As I write this, the ladies red hat society are engrossed in a beanbag baseball tournament .
Tuesday’s big activity will be the annual quad rodeo and next week the park is celebrating mardi gras. Surprisingly, most of the park guests are from either Canada, Washington or Oregon. They are escaping the cold and many come here year after year. Ken talked to a lady this morning who has been coming here for three months every year for the past seven years.
And there you have it for another report on “lazing about” in the RV lifestyle.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
SOUTH OF THE BORDER Saturday, January 22, 2005
We are in a RV resort just outside El Golfo in Sonora, Mexico, 100 miles from Yuma, Arizona. We arrived here on Thursday with a caravan of about 18 coaches. Our trip down was uneventful once we passed through the small town of San Luis where the streets were a bit narrow and the local traffic somewhat frenzied. However, once past that short lived “nervousness” the roads were adequate in spite of not meeting our customary freeway expectations, but almost as good as many of California’s inferior asphalt “highways”.
On Friday we participated in a one mile hike into town (village) where points of interest were introduced to us and had lunch. Our RV overlooks the Sea of Cortez and other than an abundance of ATV’s operated by a feisty group of older children ranging in age somewhere between 60 and 90, the place is quiet and relaxing. We, unfortunately, do not have an ATV and thus, we are out of step with our more “hip” neighbors. Already Ken is trying to figure where and how he can add an ATV to his growing list of “toys”. Don’t hold your breath!
We have subscribed to the resident “wi-fi” resource and already posted our first e mails. Life seems good as long as we can maintain contact with our family and friends. Friday morning I decided to do a “real” breakfast and in anticipation, fired up the electric skillet and toaster which were on the same circuitry and blew the electricity to one side of the coach. Ken still has not been able to resolve the problem and while I am not too inconvenienced by lack of cooking amenities, we also lost the power to our television and that is an unacceptable inconvenience. If we are not successful in “troubleshooting” our electrical malady, we may leave at the end of the week. Ken is anxious to find the problem.
All is well in Mexico and our “digs” are quiet, safe and undisturbed. Perhaps I will try to be more prolific with my reports in view of my new found wireless dexterity.
We are in a RV resort just outside El Golfo in Sonora, Mexico, 100 miles from Yuma, Arizona. We arrived here on Thursday with a caravan of about 18 coaches. Our trip down was uneventful once we passed through the small town of San Luis where the streets were a bit narrow and the local traffic somewhat frenzied. However, once past that short lived “nervousness” the roads were adequate in spite of not meeting our customary freeway expectations, but almost as good as many of California’s inferior asphalt “highways”.
On Friday we participated in a one mile hike into town (village) where points of interest were introduced to us and had lunch. Our RV overlooks the Sea of Cortez and other than an abundance of ATV’s operated by a feisty group of older children ranging in age somewhere between 60 and 90, the place is quiet and relaxing. We, unfortunately, do not have an ATV and thus, we are out of step with our more “hip” neighbors. Already Ken is trying to figure where and how he can add an ATV to his growing list of “toys”. Don’t hold your breath!
We have subscribed to the resident “wi-fi” resource and already posted our first e mails. Life seems good as long as we can maintain contact with our family and friends. Friday morning I decided to do a “real” breakfast and in anticipation, fired up the electric skillet and toaster which were on the same circuitry and blew the electricity to one side of the coach. Ken still has not been able to resolve the problem and while I am not too inconvenienced by lack of cooking amenities, we also lost the power to our television and that is an unacceptable inconvenience. If we are not successful in “troubleshooting” our electrical malady, we may leave at the end of the week. Ken is anxious to find the problem.
All is well in Mexico and our “digs” are quiet, safe and undisturbed. Perhaps I will try to be more prolific with my reports in view of my new found wireless dexterity.
