This is the longest post ever. But frankly, I’m too tired to split it up. So here goes. Conditions were primo yesterday when I took off, twelve knots of wind on the beam and we were flying along. “This is going to be easy.” Winds stayed up around 8 throughout … Read More
Overheating
Man, that day did not go as planned. It started off well enough. I picked up the fish—yay! Still alive. I can’t believe it. This is how you transport a fish on a Mexican bus. Then I got back to work on the engine. A while back I noticed that … Read More
Alone in Mexico
I kissed Ali and the kids goodbye and walked into the airport at eight o’clock in the morning. I finally reached the boat at six the next morning. Nobody said flying to Tucson and hopping a bus to Mexico was an efficient choice. But it did turn out to be … Read More
Gearing Up
Ouest, Grammy, and I went off to the rink again today. Another month and I’d have her tearing up the ice. That will have to wait until another time though as I am gearing up for my return to Bumfuzzle tomorrow. I’m headed back to San Carlos with loads of … Read More
Work, Work, Work.
Warning: This post contains entirely too much boat work talk. Here is the e-mail conversation Ali and I just had (that’s right, e-mail conversation, because we don’t know how to text or IM or whatever the hell it is): Ali: No blog posts. Have you been taking pictures? Me: Haven’t … Read More
Gone Baby Gone
We woke up early today, loaded into the car and headed for Hermosillo—the nearest place to catch a flight to the States—ninety minutes away. By the time we got there Ouest already had two blisters on her heels due to her horrible parents putting shoes on her instead of sandals. … Read More
Cancel That
We came to San Carlos for the sole purpose of hauling the boat out, getting the bottom painted, and fixing a couple of small things. We thought it would be easy enough. It seems like everybody cruising in the Sea of Cortez in May is headed for San Carlos to … Read More
Poke-a-knots
Ouest wore a polka-dot shirt today which prompted what has become my favorite word out of her mouth—poke-a-knot. Grandmas, next time you’re buying Ouest a dress, please look for poke-a-knots. Went in to Guaymas this afternoon. Not much to say really. It’s a city. It’s got Home Depot, McDonald’s, and … Read More
San Carlos or North Dakota?
I was talking to a local lady today that had—up until a few days ago—owned a bar here at the marina. She told me they decided to sell, in part because business sucked, and in part because the cartels had slowly been moving in. In fact, she told me, the … Read More
Swimming Raccoons
So it turns out finding a beach in San Carlos isn’t that easy. We got in the dinghy and zipped back out the way we had come in but realized that the shoreline everywhere was just rock. The beach out front of the actual town is sandy (I believe), but … Read More