An Hour on Playa Cochorit

We took a field trip Friday to a place that felt like Old Mexico.  I'm constantly wandering Playa Algodones in front of the condo picking up shells, so we decided it was time to check out some different beaches in the area.  A neighbor down the beach had told us about some 'wild' beaches south of the town of Empalme in Sonora.  She said one, Playa Cochorit, was loaded with amazing shells.  I had to go!

I wrote down instructions I found on Trip Advisor to help us find the location.  We followed Highway 15 down through Guaymas to Empalme, then started looking for the road that would take us west to Playa Cochorit.  After wandering for awhile and dead ending into a port area, I finally decided to turn on my phone data and use Google maps for directions.  Lo and behold -- it worked!  We had turned off the main highway 5 kilometers short of the location, so we never would have found it without the wonders of Google.

When we finally arrived at Playa Cochorit, we found a windswept abandoned beach destination on the Sea of Cortez with one remaining palapa bar.  Someone else had arrived before us and created this happy face in the sand with clam shells for eyes. 

It appeared that the palapa bar El Tiburon might still be in operation, but the rest of the Cochorit fishing village looked like the photo below. 
 

 

 

Several fishermen's pangas were pulled up onshore.

And a gull was perched on this fisherman's truck.

 

 

It was a windy day with rough surf, so I imagine that's why the fishermen's camp was uninhabited.

 

Love this fish mural on the wall of the one remaining palapa restaurant.

 

 

After snapping some photographs, we busied ourselves with the main event.  Playa Cochorit is shelling/beachcomber nirvana.  I've never happened upon a beach like this!  As far as the eye could see, the beach was littered with a huge variety of spectacular finds, including murexes, augers, towers, olives, scallop and clam shells, limpets, and on and on.  The photo above is just a sampling.  We spent less than an hour plucking all the shells we could take with us, leaving thousands behind.

 

 

The patio coffee table is completely covered with piles of shells.  I've collected shells for years, but I've never seen anything like this.  No words!  I'm in love!

 

As we were headed back up the beach to the car, a couple roared by on a moto -- the first humans we'd seen.  Nearing the car, a little girl ran out of the empty palapa restaurant carrying two black murexes.  She wanted to know if we'd buy her shells for 7 pesos.  Craig dug all the change out of his pockets, a little over 20 pesos, and handed it to her.  She was thrilled with the pesos (for me???), and I was thrilled with the shells!  We'll take more pesos with us next trip!

The Other Soggy Peso

No, I'm not posting about the Soggy Peso on Isla Mujeres.  There's actually another Soggy Peso in San Carlos on the other side of Mexico!

After we booked a month at Playa Blanca on Playa Algodones in San Carlos, I found out the other Soggy Peso was just a short walk away from the condo.  I'd actually liked the San Carlos Soggy Peso long ago on Facebook (maybe by mistake).

The day after we arrived, we decided to stroll down the beach and check out the other Soggy!  We found a fun palapa bar with great views of the water and sunset, good food, and live music.

Our first outing, we split an order of shrimp ceviche and a huge bowl of guacamole.  The grand total for the ceviche, guac, drinks, and 20% tip was 300 pesos, which converts to $16 U.S.

By the way, that tall building in the background is the condominium resort where we're staying -- Playa Blanca.  They have smoking hot deals for snowbirds in the winter season, and we often run into our new neighbors from Canada and the U.S. down the beach at the Soggy Peso.

The gorgeous water view from the bar at Soggy Peso.

 

Craig and I may have to buy Soggy Peso t-shirts here in San Carlos to confuse our friends on Isla Mujeres.

Once the sun sets, we love walking down the beach towards our home for the month watching the colors progress in the sky.

A few nights ago we just happened to run across a mariachi photo shoot on the way home. 

 

 

I love the twilight colors we see around the bay on our evening stumbles back down the beach. 

 

 

 

Just to update, Craig and his partner won a gold medal in the men's doubles 4.5 Sombrero Showdown.  He's a happy camper! 

 

I, on the other hand, wasn't quite as fortunate.  I got stitches after trying to walk through the glass sliding door here at the condo.  Not to worry!  The wonderful management and staff here took great care of me.  Jorge accompanied us to the Rescate (basically the local emergency medical services here in San Carlos) to serve as our translator.  After finding out I needed to go to the emergency room in Guaymas to have my face stitched, Sofia at the front desk called a doctor and arranged for her to meet us at her clinic here in San Carlos so I wouldn't have to spend hours waiting.  A week later, the stitches are out and my face looks almost untouched.  Any scar I end up with will be hidden by my eyebrow.  So I'm a lucky girl too!

 

Stay tuned!