Monday, February 4, 2019

Mangroves of Tenecatita



The morning net revealed high tide was in the mornings.. so one evening, Greg declares, I think tomorrow we should explore the mangroves...  Yep - good idea and we're on it for the next morning.



Into the dinghy goes the waterproof bag with a couple of shopping bags (high hopes), money, bug screen and the waterproof camera.  On our feet are our keen water shoes.  Why are we all prepped for water (ie: not so graceful) dinghy landings?  Isn't this supposed to be a dinghy trip through calm mangroves?

yep - but there's a bar crossing.  This being our first time and we haven't seen others head in yet - we were at the ready to discover the "channel" that would result in the best chance of us not getting wet and our buzzy's (dinghy engine) prop not getting dinged.

Fortunately, the water is clearish - not glass of water clear, but see the rocks a couple of seconds before you hit clear.

We made it through with little drama picking our way through the rocks on our approach while not getting too distracted to retreat from the wave sets behind us and breaking to the side. Trust, forward, go for it!

The next hour or so was spent meandering through mangroves the width of our dinghy,  spotting wildlife and beautiful sculpture-like tree roots.













Palapas awaited us at the end of the windy water path. The people there are still rebuilding the businesses in that beach area, so restaurants are few.  In past years a super rich guy took the liberties to close the road (watery and car worthy) and guard them with folks with weapons.  It took a few years, but the Mexican courts did intervene and open the beach back up to everyone.  

Sadly the tienda didn't open - so we are starting to be in need of tomatoes (fun irony for Greg, who hates raw slices of tomatoes, but needs to have them in his ceviche and pico del gallo).

After a quick walk down the beach we made our way back to the dinghy and the mangroves - and the bar crossing again......

This time, as we were flowing out with the current, we kept putting into reverse to wait for a small wave set....  we thought we had timed a good one, but late in the game we saw the swell quickly rise to an "oh shit" moment.... The only thing we could do was gun little buzzy.....  And she powered us over the top of the wave just milliseconds before it broke under/behind us.

Whew...  drama.....  We planed home and had a nice Asian pasta salad aboard Pura Vida.....  

Maybe a swim this afternoon.....decisions, decisions - life in Tenecatita.......

Monday, January 14, 2019

Mascota

Moscota in Spanish means pet.  Although this is not where the name of the town came from....  how can we miss a town named Pet.....  then on top of that it's a Pueblo Magico.....  what is a Pueblo Magico????  though it seems like it's tough not to trip into a Pueblo Magico these days - there seems to be a lot of them.

In the last post, I mentioned that we put the boat in a marina to head home for the holiday.....  Since it's cheaper per day to stay for 7 days, than it is for 4 days, we stayed for 7.  Since the boat was going to be safe in a marina and Greg and I wanted to do some inland travel, we figured, what a great time to get some of that bus exploring in.

So, we hopped on a bus and a couple hours later found ourselves in Moscota which is up in the Sierra Madre Mountains.  It's wasn't that spur of the moment, we did arrange for an Airbnb to stay in - but for those more fancy-free, it would have worked out just fine to hop on a bus and find a hotel when we got there.

We picked up the bus in Las Juntas which is a little shorter than going all the way into Puerto Vallarta.  The hiccup is you just pop on and pay the bus driver, so you don't get an official seat.  Luckily we were able to squeeze into the last row of seats, so although we weren't the most comfortable, we were more comfortable than some folks after us who were standing for a couple of hours.

After about an hour or so, the ladies were putting on sweaters and the temp started to drop.  By the time we got into Moscota somewhere about 5, it was "jackets required".  Our ride was waiting when we got there, so after running into the store for a few groceries, our taxi delivered us to our remote casita.


This isn't our casita, but it's nearby - and similar.  It was a one bedroom place - open floor with 2 yard dogs we got to hang with.  The place was off grid and on solar power but the batteries are well worn.  So, when the sun went down, so did the lights and internet.  But it was stocked with wood for the awesome fireplace and had lots of candles.

The photo above is of the lake and a few houses and restaurants nearby.  Important because the next day it was raining and this is where we hung out as we wandered around.


Cow family on the way to the lake


The Lake while having lunch


Perla on the road up to the casita.

We did get to explore Mascota and it was super cute and easy to wander around.



We saw many many sweet looking dogs.  Again the wandering kind, not so much the homeless and neglected kind.


This little dude wasn't so thrilled with my cookie offering.  He was waiting for something better.  But he did let me pet him.



the main center.

Pinata in the Stone house.



The owner gave us a tour.


Yes, everything is decorated with stone - no, not the actual mattress, but yes the pillows.


He spent about the past 25 years transforming his home.


Yes, I said 25 YEARS


Until Finally.....



He said......

Enough is Enough.....

And retired.....

Now he gives tours to those luckily to learn about his house.  And asks for a 10 peso donation....

The rest of Moscota feels like a movie set - each time I would look down a street, I'd want to take a photo.  These cobblestone streets meandered through to green hills in the background.








It was a cute little town.