This week’s Guest Blogger, David Dudzic, gets creative with a special message for his friend Pat
Pat loves Mexico, Pat could use a weekend away; I know just the place. Only one thing stands between Pat and his trip to Paradise.
My Friend Pat
By David Dudzic
You can feel it shortly after stepping out the door. Though the freeway miles are traveled nearly every day, today they’re leading to another place. There’s a different sense, and the world around you doesn’t seem as fixed or limiting: You’re going to Rocky Point.
The anticipation grows with each leg of the journey. Dust devils spinning atop fallow fields, familiar mountains seen from “the other side.” And then the sign: “Mexico.” Your heart jumps.
Onward, across open desert land. The drive is part of the ritual. And with it comes the discarding of unwanted weights and worries.
That must be why I want my friend, Pat, to come down to Rocky Point. Pat has had a hard stretch that’s run seven years, and I know the perfect respite is a Rocky Point get-away.
Pat’s been down to Mexico before – to Guaymas, where he helped build houses for a charity. Pat’s favorite part? The Mexican people. I can see why. The ease of connecting with so many “strangers” in Mexico can refresh the spirit and be a tonic to the soul.
Crossing into Mexico is a breeze. Half a wave and we’re on our way. Pat would love this scene. Smoke from pollos on a grill. Brush burning somewhere out of sight. Mexico always welcomes you that way – with its own natural smells. The sights are different, too. Late-model SUVs alongside patched-up jalopies. And most poignantly, an elderly man riding a bicycle, in possession of poise – and some mysterious purpose, that I sense in myself could use more nourishing.
These are my thoughts with an hour left in the drive, and like many I want to share it with someone who would “get it” and who could use a weekend away. But why Rocky Point? Why here?
At the top of the list has to be the setting. There is something magical where the desert meets the sea. And there’s the shoreline itself; broad beautiful beaches, estuaries, and volcanic, rocky mounts to provide relief…
And then there’s the ocean. The Sea of Cortez beckons in seasonally varying shades that range from deep blue to tropical turquoise. And when sea and sand do meet, they do so in style, with tidal swings that run as high as 30 feet. The result is two beaches: one lapping beneath your grand balcony; the other, a wide expanse of hard-packed sand with hidden treasures waiting to be discovered in far-off reefs.
Whenever I mention Rocky Point, three words find their way into the conversation: friendliness – citing Puerto Penasco’s wonderful people – fun, and freedom.
A certain state of mind resides here. There’s an easy-going approach to things that weaves its way through the streets, your plans for the day, the way the night turns out, and the people you meet.
Undoubtedly, the people you meet can make a good trip even better. And in a world where real people are in short supply, Rocky Point offers a surplus. Maybe it’s the self-selecting process that winnows the pool of visitors and results in Rocky Point’s unique and interesting crowd.
But if I only had one chance to make a first impression, when would it be?
I’m partial to winter, and think it’s the best kept secret in North America. The days are warmer than my hometown in AZ and those chilly desert nights are tempered by an ocean that never drops below 60 degrees. And then when sun sets you’re treated to impossibly beautiful crimson sunsets that linger on and mellow into a rich, deep, saffron afterglow.
But then there’s spring when the weather couldn’t be nicer and the beach is hopping. Festive waves roll into summer as stiff, onshore breezes keep Rocky Point noticeably cooler than the inland deserts, which is why June is my second favorite time to visit.
Year-round residents know how to stay cool between summer’s amazing lightning shows. And then before you know it, October ushers in picture perfect weather for enjoying the Sonoran sea, sky, sand, and sun.
No matter when you head down, the drive concludes the same way; sighting the luxury resorts that line Sandy Beach. And a question arises: head straight to the beach? Or into town for lunch and a few “essentials?” – Essentials such as tequila for half the cost of back home and Mexican cervezas.
By taking the turn-off for the beach the decision is made: beach first and shop another day. When that day comes visiting Old Port and the Malecon will come into play. Add a few favorite stores – some for art, others for “essentials,” and intersperse these with open air cantinas and a restaurant by the sea – and you’ve just sketched out the perfect Rocky Point day.
As the road winds you realize you’re really here, and why you’ve made the trip comes into sharper focus. Like a mirage rising from the desert, the resort you’ll soon call home draws near. And suddenly it’s very clear why the first few miles were unlike any other day’s.
And after you pull through the gates the urge is irresistible to walk right up to where you can gaze at the sea. Wave after wave. Delight springs inside and then speaks: “I need to get down here more often … It’s been too long … I know someone else who would love this…”
And that’s why I want to share Rocky Point with Passportless Pat.
Pat tells me he wants to go. Says he appreciates the invites, then mentions again how much he likes the people in Mexico. I trust that he’ll go when the time is right.
And in the meantime? Is there anything that might hasten the day? What else can I do, or say? Ahhh… I got it. It’s the people in Mexico that Pat likes most.
So … why not let the people of Rocky Point do the talking?
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