
The community of Percebu. Restaurant/bar in foreground with homes in the background.
March 5, 2009 Laguna Percebu, BC, Mexico
One of our favorite places to go is Laguna Percebu. The last time we were here, we had our kayaks. With the help of expert kayakers/seafarers Lynda and Sharron, we had timed the tide so that we could get in and out of the lagune in time to catch all of the spectacular bird watching. The tide comes in and out of here so quickly that you almost have about an hour in which to see everything. If you are unfortunate enough to not time things well, you’ll either wind up out to sea with the strong currents, or, you get to haul your kayak several hundred yards in the most God awful muck you’d ever want to be knee deep in.

Sharron tells Woody a little about the area, while the dogs look on hoping for a frisbee.
Today’s adventure was not to be of a kayaking kind. Although Woody and Arlene did bring their kayak on the off chance that they might be able to put in at a different point. Today we focused on getting down to Percebu by way of the old road to Puertocitos. Lynda, Sharron, Lisbeth and I took our sand rails, while Woody and Arlene wanted to test out their “new” Suzuki desert car.
We drove south through the village of San Felipe before heading inland and south past Las Minitas. Then, we hopped on to a power line road and followed it south about 8 miles before turning east, back to the Sea of Cortez. The roads are all sand and dirt. They are primarely washboards and what we call, “whoop-dee-doops.” The trick is to drive fast enough to skim along the tops of the washboards without killing yourself or the vehicle. It’s easier to do in a sand rail than it is to do in a car. So, Lynda, Sharron and us faired much better than Woody and Arlene with their short wheel based car.

View of the beach at Percebu with the tide out
Being off the paved highway allows you to really enjoy the spectacular views of the desert and the hills in the area. You also have a chance to see rural desert life, stripped of tourist trappings. This is when you begin to realize that when you come down here to the Baja, you find yourself either loving it or hating it. There is no middle ground.
Percebu, itself, is a remnant of what was once a small fishing “campo.” Many fishing campos dot the beachscape up and down the Sea of Cortez. Today, it is inhabited by a mix of Mexican locals and American/Canadian ex-pats. There is a small restaurant bar with bathrooms. Sometimes you’ll be lucky and find it open. There are also a series of palapas (palm frond covered shade area) where you can park your RV, or, just come and have a picnic. There is a small charge on vehicles that use the area.
Although we found the restaurant open on this trip, we had already planned a picnic lunch. Lisbeth has been dying to cook shrimp on the Cobb grill at the beach.

Lisbeth cooking the shrimp on the Cobb grill for the shrimp tacos.
So, she got her wish. Everyone brought lots of goodies to munch on and beer and pop to drink while we waited for the shrimp tacos. The dogs had an opportunity to run and play on the beach. Liddy with her neon green tampon toy, Finn with his chuck-it squirrel, and Gabi and Tristan with the frisbee. Fly, was Fly. Chasing everyone that moved!
Coming home we opted to take the paved road along the coastline. By taking this route, you can begin to understand just how many little fishing campos really do continue to exist in this area. We also pass by the Giant Saguaro forest and the south beach homes of San Felipe.
We got home mid afternoon, well-fed, tired, and happy. Thanks, Lisbeth for the great shrimp tacos! And, thanks to everyone else for the good munchies!