While all the other RVs were in little rows in the town's RV parks, I drove right to the water and stayed there for three nights without complaint by anyone that I know of. The police drove by several times and never even raised an eyebrow. Eventually Kevin from Canada and his dog Boomer arrived and joined me in Kevin's "dog house" camper. The fishing is supposed to be good around 5:00 p.m. this time of year and folks came by to fish along the shore every night. By the way, I know I'm not actually sailing or cruising in some of these blog entries, but traveling to San Carlos and living with the cruisers for a few days is all I can have for the time being. Before long, I will be living the life with them. Until then, I'm a cruising groupie.