Croc doggerel

Don't mind me, I'm just a log

Floating in this murky bog

I wouldn't even hurt a frog

And I love yappy little dogs

Everybody's an elitist about something. We all seem to like to sort ourselves into groups of enthusiasts, whether it's Trekkies, or needlepointers or fans of the Dallas Cowboys. Nothing like a common frame of reference to promote bonding. For the Capt and me, it's musicians, sailors (in particular sailors of Morgan sailboats), MacIntosh users and owners of Volkswagen Westfalia campers. The Capt has belonged to the Morgan and Westie forums for a couple of years and has found a number of Westie folk camping here in Mexico. Yesterday we drove over to La Manzanilla to meet Frank and Rita, bloggers from Ontario and check out their red Westie at Carmen's campground on the beach.

Check out their blog for a road warrior's viewpoint of traveling in mexico. They've caravanned with other Westies but for the most part have struck out on their own.

Carmen's is directly across the road from a more-or-less fenced-in swamp area where reside any number of crocodiles. Rita told me small dogs are especially at risk in La Manzanilla; in fact, six of them were dinner for the crocs last year. I looked around for our leashes and counted dogs when I heard that.

Driving toward their campsite I saw in the swamp a whole pile of crocs taking the sun. They seem to like getting cozy, just as dogs do. Then I spotted another huge one outside the fenced area lounging only a few yards from the road, where unsuspecting tourists were wandering by. (Gulp!)