We’d been inland for a couple of months, and we were starting to miss the beach. But a week or two down here in July has reminded us why we never spent a summer on the boat in Mexico—it’s just too hot to enjoy. It’s one thing if there are … Read More
Lowe is Four—Unofficially
Nobody in history has ever cared less about their age. Ask Lowe how old he is and he’ll answer—or maybe he won’t, depending on his mood—two, five, nine, eleventeen. So when it came time to give him his first pedal bike—and his birthday was still a month off—we just said … Read More
Puerto Escondido
We pulled into Puerto Escondido and made our way through a ten foot wide alley between an OXXO and a restaurant to a tiny campground across the street from the beach—Zicatela, Mexico’s Pipeline. It’s an insanely perfect camping location, though the campground itself is a bit of a dump. But … Read More
Mer-Kids
Ouest took another leap forward with her swimming today—swimming underwater. She’s been putting her head under while swimming for months, but always just for a second. Today she stayed under and stroked, and stroked, and stroked. And every time she came up she was smiling as wide as her mouth … Read More
Fly This Car to Minnesota
We stood on the sidewalk of the airport this morning and said goodbye to grandma and grandpa. Grandma cried, told Ouest she’d be back soon, and then disappeared inside. “All right Ouest, let’s go to the market,” Ali said. “No. Grandma’s coming back. She’s going to come to Bumfuzzle.” For … Read More
Crab Prison
There is no good beach here in Puerto Escondido so today we dinghied out about a mile south to see what we could find. What we found was a shallow, rocky, seaweed covered expanse. So thick with seaweed that we had to shut down the motor and row to shore. … Read More
Playing Mailman
Ouest and I have been playing Mailman lately. I’m the mailman and I make deliveries to her. Before I give her the mail I say, “Special delivery for Ouest. Oh, hello, who are you?” Reaching out for her stack of cards she blurts out, “O-U-E-S-T. Ouest Lill Schulte. Forty-three pounds. … Read More
No More Water
Last night we heard the noise that cruisers without watermakers dread—the long-cycling water pump—signaling we’d reached the bottom of the tank. A day or two earlier than expected, but not a big deal. We returned to Puerto Escondido, filled the tanks, grabbed a mooring ball, went to shore for ice … Read More
Pink Butterfly
I wrote a big long post about why I don’t like Puerto Escondido and then deleted it. Why waste a thousand words when one word sums the place up—lame. Cold showers, horrible internet, absolutely nothing to do, no beach, and a forty dollar round-trip taxi trip to town. Actually Puerto … Read More
Puerto Escondido
Our first couple of nights after leaving La Paz we had strong coromuel winds, but after getting just another twenty miles or so north the nights have been silent. No swell—the beauty of the east coast of Baja—and not a ripple on the water. You can’t sleep better than that. … Read More
I Got This
This afternoon we went in to Loreto to make another grocery store run before what we hope will actually be us leaving Puerto Escondido. Going to town is nothing to be taken lightly here with the five-hundred peso taxi trip. About the only thing of note from our trip today … Read More
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