Memories of Puerto Penasco

Every time I see a sunset part of me thinks about the shrimping village of Puerto Penasco, just over the border into Mexico from Arizona. When we lived in Scottsdale we would head there when ever a few bucks could be saved. The first few years we went the streets were just sand and the few motels very cheap. Shrimp the size of lobster tails could be bought right from the fleet and life was very good. We like all good gringos would head to Manny’s on the beach to watch the sun set into the Sea of Cortez. On occasion the green flash would happen just as the sun set and cheers would fill the air. Whales and dolphins would pass by as if to join in the frenzy. It was a little known secret then that Arizona had an ocean access, not so today. Still I would love to return some day and lift a cold one to the sun sinking!