To The Sea, To The Sea, To The Beautiful Sea;
You and me, You and me
Oh How Happy We Will Be!
|A pod of over a 150 dolphins follow El Tiburon|
Bahia de Los Muertos
|El Tiburon to the right - dwarfed by Silverado on the left |
Silverado and El Tib happy in paradise
Spark enjoys his slice of paradise under the shade of our new striped bimini.
Sadly, after generations of being called Bahia de Los Muertos (Bay of the Dead), American developers have bought an unimaginable amount of acreage surrounding the bay, and renamed it Bahia Suenos - Bay of Dreams. Better marketing? I say, it's a NIGHTMARE! And I expressed my thoughts using both barrels to the developer. So, if they have their way, wave good-bye history and namesake, good-bye beach, and good-bye pangas. All to be replaced with 1,2000 villas, condos, and 4 hotels. Oh, and it seems the exisiting Golf Course put in by the last failed developer (happens a lot down here) needs to be moved to make room for homes all along the dunes. Moorings will also replace the free anchorage if they are to have their "dream" come to fruition. This wave of over-development for the bored rich in pristine places across the globe seems endless. Thus, Darrell, Sparky, and I set about to fervently enjoy our favorite anchorage before it is desecrated. We swam in the crystal clear sapphire water, walked on the powery white sand beach, snorkeled over the coral reef, breathed the fresh air in the wide open space, and praised God for the majestically brilliant sunrises and sunsets - all facets of this paradise currently enjoyed by Mexican Nationals and their families, along with a few visiting yachties.....before it is lost.
The Grand Suenos realtor (devil's handmaiden) explained to us that in the grand scheme of things the "clutter" of the pangas used for fishing will be removed as well as the "unsantitary" fish remains on the beach. If they have their way the pangeros will be relieved of their humble and honorable life's work and instead can wear uniforms with name tags to wait upon gringos living on their families land.
I call this sad state of affairs, Mexico's "GRINGO PROBLEM".
|A 30,000 square foot NIGHTMARE|
|Spark's last walk before we headed north|
Despite the news of impending gloom for Muertos lurking in the corner of our minds, we enjoyed another couple of days of tranquility. We met Katie and Chip from Miss Teak and shared lunch at the boutique hotel tucked into the corner of the Bay. Katie and I poked our noses into one of the to-die-for-suites and imagined Goldie Hawn and her family hanging out last Thanksgiving. We did some more swimming, stowed some gear, and D took Spark for a final walk along the beach before pulling up the hook the following morning for our departure north to Marina Costa Baja in La Paz.