You guessed it, more beach camping
We have been living in partial weeks lately – a few days in town where we can get a cellular signal for work, then Friday night through Monday night we head out to whatever beach rubs us the right way that weekend. Four nights we spend on the beaches, leaving early Tuesday morning to make the drive back into town, only to leave again Friday evening to return to the beaches. That is a lot of time to spend offline for these two Internet junkies, but after a few weeks of doing it, it is becoming very natural.
This past weekend was the first one in which I felt fully relaxed, even with little to nothing to really occupy myself (something I am not good at). It was a slightly shorter weekend on the beach since we stayed Friday night in Loreto for the tacos though. Still, two full days of doing a whole lot of nothing felt great. Oh, we did pull the kayak back out on the water for a paddle around the island immediately off our little spit, probably doing no more than a mile in the water, but otherwise it was a whole lot of sitting around. I came prepared with a new book to read (Ready Player One) which didn’t survive the weekend. A bag of Dorritos (Mexican Dorritos are so much better than the American version), a few Tecate, and even a Coke or two kept me company while I completed my task of reading through the book, with the above view any time I looked up.
During these times of minimal exertion I find myself becoming a much more social person, actively seeking out others and striking up conversation for no other reason then to add some extra flavor to the day’s recipe. This is new to my life, as only a few years ago I went out of my way to avoid all people and was extremely socially inept. With practice, right? On the first day at the beach I was talking with our neighbors on the beach and eventually invited them over for some of Kerri’s cocktails. It’s a lot of fun to be in a van yet still be able to offer and provide something as sophisticated as cocktails (in which Kerri deserves all that credit, I just do the drinking). A near-full-bar in a van is a totally unexpected thing I would imagine.
This beach happens to be one of the very same that we came too in 2016. Kerri’s dog – Byron – fell in love with this beach back then, and he seemed to recall it well, even in his elderly state. He was in the water as often as he was allowed, then would come lay in the sand beside the van until he was dry enough to warrant another excursion into the water. For his age (coming up on 14 years) he sure has a lot of energy at the beaches.
