PEDREGAL: Coming home to Pedregal, Mexico

San Quintin Bay, Baja Norte, Mexico

From Chongqing, population 32 million, 379 people per square meter,  reputed to be the largest city on the planet, and established as the fastest growing city in the world, to...

...Pedregal, population 0 to 50, density, one rabbit, snake or coyote per square kilometer, occasionally a dog or a human, very possibly the slowest growing settlement in the world, going from 10 houses to 25 in thirty years,

Oh, I do so love the contrast.

We're two hundred miles south of the U.S./Mexico boarder.  We take off from Brown Field, San Diego, where the plane lives.  From there we land in Ensenada, a port of entry.  After take off from there, it's forty-five minutes to home.

This trip most of the ground is obscured by a thick marine layer, not an unusual occurrence, until we 
pop out of the marine layer over the nearest town to us, Chapala, a pueblo that sits at the north end of the San Quintin Bay.  

Beyond the extinct volcanos is Falsa Bay, and beyond that, the Pacific Ocean.

We continue south over the bay.

Below us is Lorenzo Camp, a settlement a little north of us, across the bay - here you can see the end of his runway by the water.

We've turned west and here's the beginning of our homes - this is from the left side of the plane, and here is the north end of our little band of homes. The runway is to the right, looking like a dirt road, beginning with the touchdown pad of white cement by the water.

Our home has the white dock extending out over the water.  The runway is now to the left.

Now gaining some altitude as we bank to the left to make our approach over the bay.

We've completed our turn and are now descending toward the airstrip.  Our dock center photo.

This still looking out the left side, dock and home and beach almost level to the plane.

And we're seconds from touchdown.

Two of our four dogs come to greet us, but more importantly, sniff to see whose been peeing on the tires.

Our neighbor and good friend Jenny comes to greet us.  She does not care whose been peeing on the tire.

Chokie waits in front of the hangar for us to do our unloading and to "put the plane to bed" before following us back to the compound.

Cessna 172

The pilot, and husband Guy, waiting patiently for me to finish my photo-ing and come help push the plane into the hangar.

And we're home.

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