It took us nearly five hours to drive the last 130 miles - 25 mph over many of the long hills (both up and down). But the Goose made it fine, and along the way we even found a spot to dump our blackwater tank.
In the U.S., this is no big deal, but here there aren't public dumps and the private RV parks are hard to get in to. So in Chamela (an hour north of our new house) we pulled into an RV park owned by a half-deaf gringo named Harry who directed me to a tiny spot mid-park and said 'you can drop your load there.'
That's what he said. I can't make this stuff up.
We arrived at Casa Lupita (our rented house) and attempted to park the Goose in the driveway as planned but were foiled by some ugly geometry. There was a house across the street where I really needed to drive, in order to make the angle to push the Goose up into what is a very nice, wide, driveway.
But the story has a happy ending.
Our friends Mario and Sharon - building their beach house a few lots down from us - ran into some construction snags and instead of living in a plush beach house, were camped in a tiny tent, using the sand dunes as rest rooms and wondering why they ever started the project. The workers are busy, but it's not exactly what they had in mind.
So we dropped off the Grey Goose on their property this afternoon, giving them a nice spot to live. And this weekend which they are off on trip, we will likely head out to the Goose and spend the night - our first on that stretch of beach.
More tomorrow on the scorpion the Admiral found in her purse - as we drove down the highway, Grey Goose in tow.
Not something you want in your handbag
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