A Quiet FIshing Camp

As Mitch and I made our decision to head towards the border we did make a few additional stops along the way that had been over neglected on the trip down.  They were both unique areas with their own beauty.  The first one was Campo Rene which is located on the windy Pacific side. It is know primarily for its fishing and its oysters.   As the Canadian we met who was parked there with his wife and two other rigs, asked, "How did you find it? No, one gets here by accident."    And yes the road in is long and dusty. 

The campground is located on a large shallow estuary surrounded by mangroves, that is known for its birds, fish and occasional dolphin.   We saw the birds, but since, as you may have noticed I don't take an over abundance of bird pictures you will have to be satisfied (or not) with pictures mostly of the water.

Looking out over the estuary from in front of my rig.

The Osprey nest located near the entrance of the fishing camp sports a nest that appears to have been there for many years reflecting the additions and rebuilds of those years. 

I short walk across from the camp and over the dunes lands you on a beautiful deserted beach.  No strange dogs, no people, no cars. It would have been a perfect of leash opportunity for both Remi and Audrey, if Audrey's new  interest in dietary indiscretion hadn't kicked into high gear.  On other beaches I had to stop her from chewing sea shells and a few fish bones.   She suddenly found everything interesting to pick up and try to chew.   :=)  

Walking back towards the Fishing Camp, you can tell that we were not over whelmed by the crowds.  Electricity for the small restaurant and available cabins is available by the onsite generator.  It sits off far to one side and is turned off at night.

The next morning the dogs and I headed back for another beach walk.  We haven't found any beaches that were as deserted and walkable as this one.    The road to the right is the fairly smooth part of the long road into the camp. The "road" to the left is the airstrip for the fisherman to fly in. Money does have its benefits.   As you can see by the background, besides the mangroves around the estuary there is little growing in this dry land.

The road over the dunes to the beach.

One more walk in the morning sunshine.

The low growth on the dunes have a big job holding the sands in place from the winds.

To understand the adventure of finding new campground you need to understand that leaving the paved roads is almost always a risk.   Maintenance of any of the access roads is very changeable and sometimes very questionable.   The first hurdle is deciding if you can navigate the drop off between the pavement and the dirt and or sand and if you have a reasonable expectation to be able to make the haul back up to the pavement.

Another view of the airstrip.   I might still have that one hubcap had I flown in instead of driving.....

There was interesting building going on back near the cabins and the restaurant, both of which appeared to be closed or at the least had no customers.  As I will comment on again later, beside the two well equipped campgrounds in Loreto, most of the campground I visited appeared "tired" and had few customers.....The tourist economy does not appear to be thriving across the smaller towns and villages and campgrounds.

But there does appear to be someone with optimism. Doesn't everyone need one of these in their back yard?  The workmen were using some traditional craft skills.

Thatching was sitting around waiting for the roof to go on.

A close up of the detail weaving.    The weaving is then covered with a mud mixture.  It appeared that the walls were going to be cover both inside and outside.

 

You can see how shallow the lagoon is by the mud flats that are exposed during low tide.   The waters were full of different birds.

The resident osprey was the fellow that posed for a final picture as we heading out and back to the main road.