Tired of freeway and railroad noise that's so often part of the "charm" of RV parks conveniently located close to heavily-traveled routes, we chose to take a few days of R and R at a campground west of Tucson about 10 miles, the Desert Trails RV Park, positioned next to the Sajuaro Wildlife Refuge. Owls hooted back and forth at twilight and daybreak to clearly identify their territory and hunting turf. Saturday morning, we were greeted by a pastel sunrise as we rose at dawn to beat the weekend crowds to the USA/Mexican border. The lines looked ominous as we approached the crossing, but we were able to wade through the paperwork and queues in just over an hour. Next, we held our breath as we approached the critical and unpredictable customs checkpoint. As the light randomly flashed green, the signal to proceed without inspection, we exhaled a sigh of relief and headed down the road...the camper groaning under the weight of ALL the items for the Maz condo packed tight into every nook and cranny.
The day was spent motoring down through the state of SONORA (one of the thirty-one states of Mexico) to the coastal resort town of San Carlos, near Guaymas. Road construction on the periferico (bypass road) around the state capitol of Hermosillo had been completed, so our city driving was relatively painless....not always the case!
Road-weary, we gladly settled in at Totonaka RV Park in San Carlos, sipped some red wine and looked forward to a restful night's sleep. Alas, we forgot that it was Saturday night in Mexico! The "bump-bump" tunes began at the nearby watering hole about the time we were ready for bed, and continued non-stop until the early morning hours. At 2:45 AM, this "of-a-certain-age" gringa was plotting some very specific, not-so-nice acts of vengeance from her pillow, against the young, nocturnal participants in the rites common to resort life in Mexico.
The day was spent motoring down through the state of SONORA (one of the thirty-one states of Mexico) to the coastal resort town of San Carlos, near Guaymas. Road construction on the periferico (bypass road) around the state capitol of Hermosillo had been completed, so our city driving was relatively painless....not always the case!
Road-weary, we gladly settled in at Totonaka RV Park in San Carlos, sipped some red wine and looked forward to a restful night's sleep. Alas, we forgot that it was Saturday night in Mexico! The "bump-bump" tunes began at the nearby watering hole about the time we were ready for bed, and continued non-stop until the early morning hours. At 2:45 AM, this "of-a-certain-age" gringa was plotting some very specific, not-so-nice acts of vengeance from her pillow, against the young, nocturnal participants in the rites common to resort life in Mexico.
The next day, we moved on to a much more peaceful site just 45 miles north of Mazatlan, inhabited by an enclave of like-minded baby-boomers . Our arrival at the Celestino RV Park was just in time for "Happy Hour"....another Mexican rite reserved for those of us who have survived the unbridled experiences of youth and have mellowed just a bit over time. We shared some wine and good travel talk with a very friendly gathering of folks from all points of the US and Canada from the patio above the surf that provided a panoramic view of a glorious Pacific Ocean sunset.
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