You'll see this white wall driving into Barra de Potosi, and the main gate is imposing. The side door is unlocked and we come and go as we please, though Rusty has to get one of us to open it for him as he can't reach the door handle:
Inside the ground is sand and most of it is firm but as we have shown there are soft spots. To the left is the usual parking spot with the shower and toilet beyond.
You drive in where Rusty's walking and then we backed up the left hand side of the hedge aiming to get back opposite the toilet and shower. The soft sand stopped us halfway.
The toilet and shower are simple but effective.
Its so hot a cool shower doesn't feel cold in this climate and on the contrary it refreshes. Hot showers are a rarity in shared or public facilities. The owner of the property lives in an old aluminum Mansion trailer. I’ve never heard of it but here it is ( for you Wayne):
The apartment and the house (Link) are on the beach, small and torn up by hurricane surge. The water is swimmable much of the time but some days the swell is vicious.
Rusty stretched out by a wide angle shot:
The best cellphone signal is about here! If you don't have an iPhone this is the only spot I can send you a text. WiFi works at the back and at the van. Life is compromises!
Looking down the shore at the village of Barra and the tiny remnant of the post-hurricane beach. Dale the Canadian says the sand is slowly rebuilding but the beach used to be wide and long before this past summer.
Across the main road and opposite the campground gate Señora Rita presides over a kitchen inside a shack, which is also a focus of delivery vehicles and workers coming in for lunch. Layne loves having fewer cooking duties and also eating with the locals.
I have no idea if this would pass a health department inspection but I've been in Mexico often enough I don't care. The only inspection this food needs to pass is the diners'.
One day we saw Rita's daughter handing food over the wall into MY House for our landlady. Oh, Layne said, that's an idea. So...she got barbecued octopus and I got breaded fish. Dinner tends to be some cheese and a salad.
It's not all fun and games I should point out. Ana offered the use of her outdoor fridge so Layne emptied ours and defrosted the freezer and cleaned every shelf and container.
I carried the food back and forth as part of our plan to have Gannet 2 clean and ready for the return to the US before we settled into our apartment for a week completely off. We have access to a household three pin 110 volt plug so we can run our electrical system as we like.
Then we swept and dusted and wiped down the wood. Layne pulled out her drawers and looked for unused stuff and lost items. She found a rolling pin we never used, gave it to Bonita in the apartment who has a new pizza oven at their home in British Columbia.
Ana came by with plate of her favorite cheese, from Oaxaca, slightly salty and drier and more flavorful than the usual white cheese (queso blanco) found in Mexico. She cut us a slice.
That's life in the campground. Wake up. Walk Rusty. Make tea. Do an exercise tape. Tray for a swim. Shower. Clean the cabin. Read. Get lunch. Another try for a swim. Another rinse off. Nap. Walk Rusty. Dinner. a TV show. Sleep. Call Rusty in. Sleep. etc...repeat.
I forgot! Clean the microwave. Then collapse in our recliners.
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...sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite!
Many years ago, we purchased some land in the country. We had a driveway cut in, purchased an old trailer and moved it to our land. The guy building the septic system had a tractor with a front bucket and a rear back-hoe. He let me drive it to clear some land. I pushed the little stuff in a ditch. Then I decided to drive over it to press it down (mistake #1) I got stuck. He came over got in, lifted the front bucket and used the back-hoe to push the tractor out of the ditch. The he showed me how to use the front bucket to press the 'stuff' in the ditch to make room for more 'stuff'. Live and learn.
Bed bugs come in the form of no see ums. Pests!
What fun Doug. I’ve always wanted to do that. The back hoe driver stopped by for lunch and he looked normal, not like a superhero at all.
how many days hours miles would it take me to drive to Our House?
from San Diego? oops==im old
Four days focused driving should do it on toll roads.
I finished college going to night-school as I had to get a 'real' job. I worked at the Water-services supply-yard for a large city which meant loading the big repair trucks with pipes, fittings, sand, dirt, etc. Thus I operated all sorts of large machinery. The most fun was filling dump-trucks with a large front-end loader. But it's not something I ever want to do again!
Dump truck fever!
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