Comocean Sets Sail: Bahia Concepcion

Its 8 am and I am sitting cross-legged on the side of an empty swan fountain in the Mulege Plaza; my computer is plugged into a Mexican version of a light post. The birds are singing and a Mexican radio talk show is playing near by. Six grounds men are sweeping the little plaza. Greg is sitting a few feet away on an orange concrete bench with his computer and our banda ancha (wide band) internet hookup. Today is our last day of internet unless we can find somewhere to reup our subscription.

At 7 am this morning we were standing on the beach at Concepcion Posada waiting to hitch a ride into town with our new friends Randy and Gayle from Otter. Randy is a dentist who is volunteering at the Mulege Rotary dental clinic. Today is his last day to work and have a loner car, so he and Gayl need to get all their chores done so they can pull anchor Saturday.

We first met Randy and Gayle when we went to Anna’s restaurant last Thursday with other cruisers we had met. Anna’s was going to have music and everyone was excited. It looked like everyone from all the little gringo villages, little palapas to mini-mansions, was there. If you ever wondered where all the old hippies went - I know. They’re here! Debbie at West Marine thinks it’s unusual to be over a “certain age” (I won’t tell) and have long hair. Not here. I have never seen so much long grey hair and aged skin in skimpy clothes.

Anna's Restaurant

Tigre the bar dog loves tortilla chips.

One of our group was a music teacher and was playing with the band, He told us that by the third set it was next to impossible to play with them because of their inhalation therapy between sets (if you get my drift). Old hippies never die they just fade away in Mulege.

The band for old hippies.

Tigre the bar dog doing kitchen duty.

We were lucky enough to land in Mulege in time to catch the annual Rotary Club Chili Cook-off. Randy was cookin’ chili and we tagged along. It turned out to be a very unusual day. First we made a stop at the local gringo church for some prayer, fellowship and a plane crash. Yeah that’s right. Just as we drove up a single engine plane lost its engine and crashed 200 feet away. They were trying to land on the dirt road but hit a hump which pitched the plane over. Fortunately, the two occupants walked away.

Ouch!!!!!!!!!

The little baja church

Preacher man and preacher dog.

Church dogs.

The folks at the church were great, especially preacher man. When we noticed his dogs he told us dogs where welcomed in his church and soon there were several more. The music (a keyboard on the tailgate of a pickup) and the choir were a very special treat. Three young girls, the oldest playing the keyboard, sang beautifully.

At the chili cook-off Greg managed to sample all 18 chilies and consume four Pacificos. I noticed that they start drinking young down here.

Randy and Gayle

There was a lovely lady wearing a sign board advertising an adoptable cat which she walked around the plaza. Unfortunately, she didn’t hind a new forever home for it.

While the guys enjoyed their last cervasa, Gayl and I visited several tiendas looking for provisions and wine. Today we will be doing the same and I am afraid she and I will be in a race to see who gets to the wine first - it’s in very limited supply and we are both planning to be away from cities for a while.

When we finally leave Mulege for who knows where, we will eventually head back to Puerto Escondido in April for the Loreto Fest boat party. We have been told that I can get my ham license upgrade there.

Weather is on everyone's mind here in the Sea of Cortez and we rely on two sources: Dr. Don Anderson and Geary the Weatherman at El Burro Cove here in Bahia Conception. We met Geary at the party at Anna's. Would YOU trust a weather guy that looks like this?