There’s a semi-hidden beach that’s just a few kilometers south of town. After an unmarked turnoff from the highway, you go down a bumpy desert road to a hurricane damaged palm oasis.
After a short hike through the palms, you’ve got an undeveloped beach mostly to yourself. Boogie-boarding was the day’s after-school activity.
When we pulled up, there was another car in the parking area and a guy waving. “Hey, I know you! Remember me?!” Unfortunately, I didn’t recognize him without the uniform.
He was one of the Federales that we talked to back in Santa Rosalia immediately after we had our little accident on the drive down – 650 km away. Small world.
He was curious to know if any police stopped us on the way down because of our busted windshield with a big hole in it. Nope. “See, no problem!”