The Gods Have Spoken…

Or spirits, er mother nature…ah, whatever it is that’s protecting that majestic coastline, between Agua Verde north to Ensenada Blanca, from any more human caused aberrations er scars.

This just hot off pipe line that gives me continuous feed as ta what’s shakin’ down in that area. Chayo. Who else?

Because they yet don’t understand the forces they’re dealing with, those investors were taught another new lesson:

El Coyotito, where Robi and Co. have been most recently hangin’ out, is an exquisitely lovely, sorta half-moon like and sandy, cove.

Damn.. It’s seductively lovely with the spectacular mountain backdrops, the slightly hooked rocky point that seems to make it such an attractive anchorage. Almost paradise. But besides being isolated and not easily resupplied (the reason for Robi’s failed road building attempts) the bay is shallow and exposed to dead north.

“El Norte.”

All kayak guides, local fishermen, boaters with any degree of competence in regards to the fickle Sea of Cortez, and especially during winter time (it is fast approaching that), wouldn’t be comfortable dropping anchor for but a brief visit, always keeping an uneasy eye on the cloud patterns.

Well…they’d laid at anchored there for a considerable while, the past three ta four weeks, without experiencing major glitch…until “El Norte” struck with a seeming seething vengeance.

Slam! Bam! Crash!

Close at hand, we’ve witnessed such events. We’ve survived the destruction of our own shit that I was sure was safe and secure, and that anchorage was somewhat protected from that northern direction. Chayo chuckled when he uttered, “They just didn’t understand ‘El Norte’ here.”

According to him, it was a total wipe out, at least with anything anchored or pulled up on beach line. Supposedly, they looked out in the early am light and all their expensive toys were gone, or at least gone from sight. They found it all laying on the bottom.

We’ve been through the trying to repair the wave-battered-boat and drowned-in-salt-water motor repairs bit. The first boat we ever gave to Alejo, a nice one: 21 ft. Starcraft with an 85 horse outboard. Throwing away money at such situation usually turns out to be just that.

Chayo was elated that this had had effect of seemingly driving them out of the area. They all, after attempting salvage, simply picked up and left.

Let’s see. The marina project is dead in its tracks, the titles-from-PROCEEDE scam has been quashed, the road building effort has run afoul of the law, and now raw nature erased some of the paradisiacal illusion from Robi’s sorta home camp there at El Coyotito.

I’m wondering what they’ll run up against next?

Can’t wait ta tell ya about it…actually.

Email: david@dondavidonbaja.com