Not only did get a space, I was the only RV there!
After a shower and a cocktail, I wandered into the bar to be greeted by three old guys from the USA who were just finishing their 5th round of margaritas. After a brief conversation, we seemed like old friends - the old part is definitely right. While making dinner plans, they suggested that I join them to go into town for a mini fiesta. Since none of the guys spoke Spanish other than por favor and gracias, I talked to the bartender and got information on where to go.
We had a great evening and night and midnight dinner at Pollo Feliz, the happy chicken. I don't think the chickens we shared were happy but we sure were with the taste!
Breakfast the next morning, not too much the worse for wear.
I got an early start on my way to Los Mochis and Topolobampo (I just love that name).