Sabado, St. Patty’s Day 3/17-18

Our last day a Gonzaga deserved a 3 mile run so, although the wind was fighting me, I made it out to the road and back.  Coming back was much faster with the wind behind me.  The wind here has been constant but changing.  Last night it blew and blew and blew form the off shore – from the Northwest – or, if you can figure it out, the northern California coast.  They must be having some exciting storms up there.  Then, around 7:30 am when I got out the door for a run, it had calmed itself down to a steady, albeit strong breeze.  To continue the story, around 10:30 am the direction of the wind shifted dramatically and suddenly headed on shore and from the east – pretty strongly, I might add.  So it is still. 

It must be Saturday because we also awoke to several other camping parties.  Apparently all of them arrived, separately, overnight.  There is one group of about 8 fellas who brought down 2 motor boats and attempted to launch both of them this morning, not really sure for what purpose.  Well this project entertained Russ and Steve from 8-12.  At one point, one of the boats was set adrift with no one in it.  Then the other boat set out to rescue the little one and the outboard motor wouldn’t work.  Well, not really sure how they retrieved all of their boats but they did.  Right now they are playing horseshoes and listening to loud music which contains a beat that only can be described as driving – driving me nuts!

The other parties have sailboats and canoes and they are fishing and beach sitting.  Quiet, weekend stuff.

We went to dinner at Alphonsinas restaurant but before we left, we noted that the partying fellas had managed to get one of their trucks stuck up to the axle in sand.  Boy were those guys drunk.  Wish I had a picture.  The good thing is that they are NOT going anywhere tonight.  

 Tomorrow we leave behind this windy place, perhaps forever.

We all agree that we have pretty much finished with Mexico in our RV’s.  So many other places to see and the weather has been disappointing this year and well as last.



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