Beautiful secluded beach all to ourselves. I wonder why?
We’d run out of time to drive further south of the estuary, we hoped we were far enough. But we soon discovered that we weren’t.
We hadn’t read about it, didn’t know if we would find anything down the country road thru farmland of tobacco. If the beach didn’t pan out we would camp in some farmer’s field. We didn’t have time to try anywhere else. To approach the beach we whacked our way thru the overgrowth just before sunset, Mitchell wrestling vines, branches, trying to protect his Girlfriend and the surfboards from too much tug-of-war with nature.
We discovered a turtle hatchery enclosure across a foot-bridge. We continued down the road-trail. The canopy closed in too much so we pulled off in a clearing and claimed it ours for the night. We trudged a small gully with camp gear and set up near coconut palms and watched the sun set.
It wasn’t the mosquitoes that were the worst. It was the minuscule things we’d call no-seeums in Canada, with a bite that’s disproportionately large. They landed on their feast and went at it, 9 big morsels to devour, some juicier than others. Everette benefits big at times like this with thick leathery skin. I wish.
The family frolicked all day in the waves and things seemed well in paradise. Then the breeze died down at evening and hell descended with gnawing spears to puncture our flesh worse than the previous night. Muggy hotness made sleep elude us as the creatures feasted.
All the good was wiped out by the bad.
GPS Waypoint Free Boondocking
Tortuga Beach N 21.30302 W 105.22957 Elevation 10′
VIEW FROM OUR KITCHEN:
- Surfing Turtle Lodge (lisalter.wordpress.com)