Reason #157 why I don’t like planning….
While we were In Mazatlan Wyatt connected with a family who’d moved to Chacala, Mexico from Colorado. I’d never even heard of it… which is kinda funny because it’s in the heart of the only region of Mexico that I claim any knowledge of. But… they insisted that Chacala was a place that shouldn’t be missed. And we… figuring that missing a place that shouldn’t be missed has gotta be a violation of at least half of the rules of the explorers society… packed it up and headed Chacala way.
Planning shmanning.
And here is what we found. An impossibly beautiful little town of about 600 full-time residents, awash in greens, whites, yellows, and blues tucked behind a sweet stretch of beach.
I was a little worried that Chacala might be like San Blas… also a very pretty beach town that’s lured many an unwary camper into the misery of it’s “noseums”. The stories abound of this little insect that crawls through screens and drives humans to the edges of their sanity, and who seems to be more numerous and treacherous in San Blas than anywhere else on earth. But, this wasn’t the case. Although Chacala isn’t entirely free from the little bastards, the noseums here seem to share little of the viciousness of their colleagues to the north.
The campground was really nice and on most days we had it to ourselves. Gotta be wary of loaded coco palms though.
Main street is barely a five minute walk from camp.
Long ocean views are plentiful.
We made our customary post arrival sweep in search of mango’s, tacos, beer, and the ideal spot to take in the sunset (not necessarily in that order).
All boxes checked. We called it a day.