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Cassidy Springfield writes travel reviews, New Adult Romance and Coming of Age novels. Dog-lover, adventurer, dreamer, and stargazer. Life is too short to waste on anything that doesn't ignite a fire in your soul.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Road Trip'n down to Rocky Point, Mexico #travel

When I was first asked about taking a road trip across the US border into Mexico, I thought, "Don't people get beheaded or kidnapped there all the time?" Yes, I've seen a lot of movies. I wasn't sure it was my thang. I like my head. But my friend from Tuscon assured me that people do this all the time and I was being silly by being concerned. Where was my adventurous spirit? not question my sense of adventure! The dare had been uttered and I frantically searched for flights to Tuscon.

Once there, we packed up a SUV, two women on a mission of fun and exploration. I shoved my cash in my bra, though, just in case, and kept my passport within sight. I may be adventurous, but I'm cautious, too. Like I said, I've seen a lot of movies and I really like my head attached to my body.

Off we went! Although I've travelled around the world and have visited Mexico too many times to count, this was my first experience driving there. I'd never seen the Sonoran Desert, and, quite frankly, it blew me away with its beauty. It was much more colorful than I'd anticipated. Cacti towered along side the road, some with blooming roses. Yes, we could see Border Patrol cruising in jeeps in the desert and there were several security checks along the highway, but none of this subtracted from the absolute beauty surrounding us.

Crossing the border into Mexico was much easier than anticipated. The only "bandits" assaulting us were people selling tortillas and blankets. So far, so good. Onward we drove toward the Sea of Cortez.

Border Crossing

Rocky Point, Mexico, is like no other place in Mexico that I've visited. It was serene. Miles and miles of white sand beaches with little to no people in sight stretched wide on low-tide and, in high tide, were shallow enough to wade out while clutching a cold beer. The sea itself was alive with stingrays and so many different kinds of birds sweeping across the waves that I became captivated with how diverse they were. I could walk for miles in the morning without seeing more than a handful of people. All I heard was the surf and the occasional screech of a bird.

We stayed at the Grand Mayan Hotel, which is a twenty-minute drive from the town. Personally, I loved this hotel. The food was great, the staff is nice, and the beach is phenomenal. My only issue would be the insistence of the time-share people when you first check-in. We had already booked an ocean view room--that is their carrot they hang in front of you to go on the tour--and needed to be rather firm about our room confirmation. Other than that, it is an exceptional property and I would go there again in a heartbeat.

Surrounding the hotel are shells of buildings that appear to be stopped in mid-construction, which is odd to see. There is an estuary behind the hotel where we could kayak and see even more creatures like dolphins feeding on fish in the early morning or--more birds.

The town of Rocky Point is filled with people who have been deported from the United States. All of them have a story to tell so be prepared to listen. They were nice, though, but it is a very poor town compared to resort areas like Cancun, Cabo San Lucas, or Puerto Vallarta. There is no airport there so people need to drive across the border. There were a lot of license plates from Arizona, Texas, and California as if those three states have a well-kept secret in this beautiful town south of the border.

If you don't want to drive your personal vehicle, there are tour companies that run people directly from the Phoenix airport to Rocky Point and back. One of the companies is called Head Out to Rocky Point. I mention them because we met up with their van driver at Why Not, Arizona, and followed them down to our hotel so we wouldn't get lost. Very nice people and, no, I'm not getting paid to endorse them.

If you do decide to drive, be aware that American car insurance does not apply to Mexico. You need to purchase special Mexican car insurance prior to going that could cover an accident or theft. Don't think you can rent a car and go---most rental companies won't allow that.

I highly recommend this trip if you're looking for a beach vacation that is a bit different from the norm. I still think about how serene that beach was--wide, full of shells, with miles of sand stretching out for miles.

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