Between points of black creviced rocks a little slice of steep sandy beach allowed us a night of solitude, waves crashing way way way up onto the beach. Sometimes the waves clawed over 2 steppes then slithered down the backside into a salty-slough.
We were camped one level higher, safe from the licking tongue of the ocean. The houses at one end of the beach appeared vacant in the darkness.
Everette spent much of the arrival-afternoon being Good Samaritan for a French-Canadian while the kids and I frolicked in the crashing froth. Maret ‘attacked’ by a (dead) balloon fish.
GPS Waypoint Free Boondocking
Lo De Marcos /Las Venados Camp N 20.95249 W 105.36945 Elevation 11’
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