Monday, March 16, 2026

Beach Life

We have found our groove in São (“San”) Francisco do Sul enjoying proper beach weather and even some decent swimming. 






Lonely dog and a jet skiing life guard. 

Spaces for four cars; and so it is. 

Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. 



 

Sunday was a busy day at the beach, so by the time we strolled to waters edge at 9:30 the day use parking was full…

…and more people were arriving to claim their piece of sand.

The swimming was awful as the water is barely knee deep and the waves pounded the beach from two directions, the larger white caps coming round the point with the smaller ones refracted 90 degrees from across the bay. It was all you could do to stand up and taking your feet off the bottom left you prey to a fierce shore bound current.



We aren’t especially fond of standing in waist deep water waiting to get hit by a wave so we gave up and walked around the parking lot to the fishing harbor and boat ramp where we found clean flat water deep enough we couldn’t touch bottom and swam for an hour to our hearts’ content:
The owner of the campground told us these boats rarely get used and the water here is perfectly clean which is no surprise as the tides flush it. 

So we have found our swimming hole away from the bustle of the beach proper, the weather is hot and sunny, Rusty enjoys snoozing in the grass and taking short walks when he feels like it. 
Our neighbors are friendly as we are objects of curiosity in an all Brazilian RV park so life is good at the beach.
After five years our moonshade awning is still holding up and the sun is hot here so we need it. Our neighbors in a classic VW van have the cutest dog, cute enough Rusty even doesn’t mind her. 
Our solar panels get us fully charged by early afternoon and at night we sleep under our air conditioning which keeps us cool and dry and makes for excellent sleeping conditions. In this weather we are doing fine without plugging in to shore power. The control panel Monday at 1:30pm estimating three hours to full charge at 30 amps per hour charging rate. 
After we rinsed off I got an itch to take my camera for a walk and see what’s what. Layne was washing vegetables and Rusty was snoozing, so off I went by myself. 
The snack place in front of the campground. Not particularly appealing to us but very popular:






The fire station with first aid and lifeguards. Let someone else answer 911 (193); I’m retired. 





I sat here for a bit and watched the waves.