Clad in blue jeans, long sleeved shirt, and with a shot of Muskol our coffee, we waged battle with the squadrons of mosquitos while packing up. The day before we had strong northerly winds that covered the truck and trailer with a layer of fine, powdery sand. Needless to say, by the time I had everything stowed I could have been mistaken for the sandman himself. We pulled out at 6.30AM heading back to Huatabampo in order to get back on the toll road.
We had originally planned to spend a day or two at Mr. Moro RV park near Guasave, but fresh off 4 days of rest and relaxation we decided to push on further. By putting extra kilometres behind us today we would benefit in the future with shorter distances to travel between RV parks. We navigated a short-cut on a secondary road and avoided one of the toll booths, entering highway 15 a few kilometres to the south. Like most of the trip, traffic on the toll road was light, and the pavement in reasonable condition. The posted speed limit for part of the trip was listed at 110 km/h. The only slow downs were for the famous topes, rest breaks, military checkpoints, and toll booths.
We left the toll road, and entered the city of Culican in search of a grocery store. With no las tiendas on the outskirts ventured into Culican Centro and finally located a Ley supermarket. After placing the provisions in the trailer, we continued up the four lane looking for a place to turn the rig around. I turned left at a cross street and as luck would have it, it was the only one way street we’ve encountered in Mexico. And wouldn’t know it a police truck was coming down the street towards us. He hit the siren, flashed his lights, I waved at him, gave him a big smile, and veered off to the the right onto another street and was up over the hill in a flash. Never did see the policeman again. We eventually made it back to the toll road, and continued on our way.
Just passed Culican we noticed road signs announcing the toll road was changing to the “Maxi-Pista”. This stretch of toll road from Culican to Mazatlan is reported as being the most expensive. I guess that’s were the “maxi” comes in. At the first toll booth It cost me 226 pesos ($16.87 US or $21.56 Cnd-based on Oct 24th exchange rates). Apparently there is a toll booth before Mazatlan, and another between Mazatlan and Tepic. When we reach Lo de Marcos I will tally receipts and report total tolls paid for the one-way trip.
We made good time on the Maxi Pista. It was relatively straight, in good condition, and enroute we passed kilometre after kilometre of large agricultural plantations. Potatoes, corn, watermelon, tomatoes seemed to be the most abundant crops being sold a small roadside stands.
At kilometre marker 78, north of Mazatlan, we turned right off the toll road entering the small, dusty town of Celestino Gasca. The road in the village was paved, but had many unmarked topes so we took our time until we eventually crossed railroad tracks and could see the Pacific. At this point signs indicated the RV parks were to the left up a sandy road that ran parallel to the railroad tracks, behind a sports field. Other than being dry, and dusty the road seemed to be in good shape, until we got past the sports field. Where the road entered scrub brush it remained dry but became deeply rutted. Evidence of rainy season past. We had to mount a couple of small hills, so low gear and four wheel drive came to the rescue. By this time Nicole, who is normally a good navigator, had worn out one of her sandals from putting on the brakes on the passengers side.
We passed a couple of RV parks not sure if they were open. From my research on the internet there was one park at the end of this road that I wanted to check out. When we arrived out front a large metal gate appeared to be locked. I asked a Mexican gardener in an adjoining property if the park was closed. He said no that the gate wasn’t locked we could open it and drive in. That we did, and drove about 1/2 kilometre to the only trailer in the park that was located near the beach. A suntanned chap exited the trailer, and thinking it was the owner I asked about obtaining an electric site. This fellow, who I later learned was from northern Alberta, chuckled at my request, and told me the park was not open until the 1st of November. Apparently he had found the gate unlocked, entered, and made himself at home. He was dry camping with no electricity or water.
This particular park was very narrow with palm trees lining the sites, and roadway. I found I was unable to turn the truck and trailer in this confined area, so I had two options. One was to unload the trailer, and then reattach the truck at a angle that would permit me to turn, or back all the way out. Having just completed over 500 kilometres, I chose the later. With a bit of manouvering we were able to back out and get turned back in the direction we had come.
The only park that had any signs of life was the first park we had passed on the way in. The name of the park was painted on a cement block wall ” Villa Celeste Resort.” By sounding an intercom attached to the large metal gate I was able to arouse a young man who came to unlock the gate. Upon entering the grounds there was only one other camper visible, so we chose a spot and got things set up. A short time later the owner of the park arrived and introduced himself as Noe Robles. He was friendly, helpful and stated if we needed anything all we had to do was ask.
![Celestino Gasca Nicole & Sunny relaxing at our site in Villa Celeste](https://mexicotrip2008.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/img_43301.jpg?w=300&h=225)
Nicole & Sunny relaxing at our site in Villa Celeste
The park was exceptionally clean, well landscaped, with many fruit trees including banana, papaya, mango, coconut, carissa, mixed in with many different flowers and shrubs.
![Celestino Gasca One of many gardens at Villa Celeste.](https://mexicotrip2008.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/img_4332.jpg?w=300&h=225)
- One of many gardens at Villa Celeste.
Villa Celeste was fully equipped with a laundry, store, washrooms, showers, small pool that included a BBQ area, and a palapa at the beach complete with tables, chairs and hammocks. The owner advised me that six years ago he started to build the park, but that it was only four years ago that he started renting RV sites, and that most of his customers were referred by word of mouth.
![Villa Celeste BBQ and swimming pool area.](https://mexicotrip2008.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/img_4341.jpg?w=300&h=225)
BBQ and swimming pool area.
The beach here is completely different from others we have visited. Here you have large waves, off a rocky point that make it a popular surfing destination for North Americans and Mexicans alike. The waves on a good day can reach 10 to 12 feet high. The beach is wide, the sand ranges from brown to black in some areas, and rather than seashells there are small, smooth, sand washed stones.
![Villa Celeste Surfer catching a wave.](https://mexicotrip2008.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/img_4361.jpg?w=300&h=225)
Surfer catching a wave.
I spoke with a couple of surfers that flew in from California just to surf here. They told me that this time of year the surf is excellent here and that the swells originate off New Zealand and travel roughly 5,000 miles before crashing on the Mexican shores. The morning is the preferred time to surf as off-shore breezes hit the face of the wave, making the tops peak higher. Later in the fall the swells change and come from the Aleutian Islands to the north which makes California surfing more desirable.
The coastline is rugged here with rocky points, and you can see sand banks 10 feet high that have been eroded by the non-relenting waves.
![Villa Celeste Surf pounding on the rocks.](https://mexicotrip2008.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/img_4348.jpg?w=300&h=225)
Surf pounding on the rocks.
Another interesting difference between here and other places we have visited is the apparent lack of fishing. We saw a few large, commercial shrimp boats off in the distance, but there were no small pangas operated by local fisherman as we had seen elsewhere. Instead the locals dive for oysters. Equipped with an inflated car tire inner tube, with a net firmly affixed in the centre of the inner tube, a long rope with an anchor, a diving mask, swim fins, and a steel bar similar to a crowbar, they swim out from shore several hundred feet and disappear below the surface, popping up every one in a while for air. They deposit the oysters they dig off the bottom into the net, and when it is full swim back to shore. They unload the oysters from the net, each diver having a separate pile. Some divers even marked their pile with a piece of clothing like a sock. Then they went back out to sea to harvest another load. At the end of the day the oysters were loaded into mesh orange sacks, and hauled to a truck on shore. One diver told me the preferred way to eat them was raw with Mexican salsa.
One afternoon I took a walk down to the public beach were the Mexicans frequent on weekends. There were a few palapas built above the beach and I noticed that had used railroad track to act as roof trusses.
![Villa Celeste Railroad track used to support roof of palapa.](https://mexicotrip2008.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/img_4316.jpg?w=300&h=224)
Railroad track used to support roof of palapa.
Further along the beach I came across some goats that were roaming free from place to place in search of their next meal.
![Villa Celeste Goats free-ranging just back of the beach.](https://mexicotrip2008.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/img_4327.jpg?w=300&h=225)
Goats free-ranging just back of the beach.
One of the highlights of our four days at this wonderful resort were the beautiful sunsets. It seemed to be tradition that campers gather under the beach palapa in anticipation of the setting of the sun.
Noe’s wife, Esthela, provides massage therapy for guests at the resort. Both Nicole and I availed ourselves of this service and came away totally relaxed and refreshed.
We thoroughly enjoyed this park and the friendly family that runs it. We were made to feel at home in the tradtional Mexican sense where “mi casa es su casa.” We would highly recommend this resort to anyone wishing to visit this part of Mexico.
We had originally planned to stop at Teacapan and San Blas on our way to Lo de Marcos, however, reports of a healthy mosquito population and washed out roads have caused us to reconsider. Instead, we may leave here early in the morning and try to make the 430 kilometre trip to Lo de Marcos, direct. As long as traffic on the toll roads isn’t delayed we should be able to make the trek and arrive by mid-afternoon. Stay tuned.
Statistics
Kilometres-530 Diesel- Total $80.00 Camping Fee-$25.00 X 4 = $100.00