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I am a 68 year old man and I made my first visit to San Felipe in 1952. As I recall there were no paved roads, and no police for 150 miles. San Felipe was a very small fishing village and there was only one bar. I seem to remember that the town was centered around the sea and at high tide, the water line came right up to peoples homes. I remember walking the beaches next to the mountains and that was the area where we parked our small trailer. 53 years can dim a persons memory. I haven't been back since. I always wanted to but never made it. I recall seeing a lot of shark bodies on the beaches. Someone told me the local fishermen shoot them. My cousin and I had inner tubes and we rowed out about a quarter mile and then turned around to come back. We didn't know the tide was going out. My aunt hired a fisherman to come out and rescue us, however being brash young boys, each afraid the other would say something we turned the ride down. We almost didn't make it back. It took us two hours of paddling to get back and we collasped on the beach. I picked up some shark vertebrae to take home. When I got home I boiled it for several hours and it stunk real bad. My aunt made me throw it out. Because there was no law in San Felipe, my aunt made us stay close to her. But, we still had a great time. I have kept those memories alive for a long time and have never forgot San Felipe.
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