Celestino Beach

Friday, March 23, 2012

Jim started the day with a business meeting.  He had arranged to visit a large shipyard in Mazatlan and was extremely impressed with the quality and scope of the operation.  The owner, a most impressive gentleman, gave Jim a ride back to the RV park.  As Jim gave him the tour of our casa mobil, I watched the look of horror on the man's face.  Those crazy canucks -- imagine choosing to live in this little box!

Mazatlan just wasn't our speed so we drove along to Celestino Beach, its complete opposite.  This is a pristine natural beach, frequented by seabirds and dophins.  You pass through a tiny speck of a village, then take a lumpy, unpaved road to a string of RV parks.  We chose one that had been recommended by friends and were pleasantly surprised to find them there. 

The park was small and basic but attractive, with lots of trees and basic amenities such as laundry and a book exchange.  This coast has suffered greatly in the past few years with a sharp decline in the number of RVers coming from north of the border.  The nightly cost at each of the parks on the beach is now only 150 pesos, about $12.  The monthly rent was a mere 2000 pesos, $160, with free off-season storage available.

One of the more attractive features of the park was Pedro.  He's a handsome, well-fed kitty.  There are several resident cats who have been neutered by park regulars.  They are living the good life.  Pedro sampled our treats and accepted cuddles.  We returned from a stroll and opened the RV door, to be met by Pedro on his way out.  Presumably he had entered through an open window.  Later in the evening he came back to check for leftovers from our barbecue, bringing with him a handsome, dark-coated associate.