In early October, we arrived to the oppressive heat and
humidity of Puerto Vallarta. After crossing
the border at Nogales, we bounced our way down 1,200 miles of Mexico’s finest
highways. We paid $100 US in tolls for the privilege of dodging potholes and
driving on narrow lanes without shoulders. We stopped at our favorite campgrounds: San
Carlos in the desert, Los Alamos in the mountains, and Mazatlan in the
tropics. All were practically deserted
leaving us feeling a bit lonely and realizing that we were a couple of weeks
ahead of the southerly migration. We saw
just one other RV which was northbound.
We were relieved to find that Gitane was well-cared for during our summer absence. Down below, the dehumidifier kept her dry,
mold was non-existent, and she was free of bug infestation. Now, the hard work begins to get her
seaworthy for our second season cruising Pacific Mexico.
We work into the early afternoon when it gets too hot and
humid to move and we head to the pool. Our
long work list is evaporating: We ordered
the refrigeration compressor, furled the sails, turned the dingy engine into an
art project to deter banditos, added big dingy wheels for those tricky beach
landings, provisioned, emptied the water tank of the vinegar and refilled it
three times, changed the oil in the Yanmar, and plugged in the navigation
equipment. Whew…so far so good.
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